As I sit and cry,
Behind closed doors,
I still feel the silence of the night sky,
Beckoning me, creating my winter storm,
For how I wish, to be at peace,
Silently breaking at her calls,
Unaware of her choice to call me everyday like a soft summer's breeze
But like the castle halls.
I am empty,
As I silently
Listen to her desperate calls and hearings,
I have made my mind behind this locked door,
Anna, my sister that's for sure,
I'll try to never hurt you anymore.