She ran and laughed, a carefree soul, caring naught about the earth, A child still, ashke, friend, her world was filled with mirth. Until one day the bandits came, killing men and boys 'till non were left alive, Her mother gone, her father dead, Alisha barely five.

Tears of sadness, sorrow, pain, Sing this song through snow and rain. Though thoughts of hope are banished, the light Will still shine through, a beacon in the night.

Left alone, her life destroyed, Alisha gave a cry, "My parents dead, my village a-fire, why did I not die?" Running, crying, through the woods, she stopped at a river deep, She stood and stood, through the rain, all she did was weep.

Tears of sadness, sorrow, pain, Sing this song through snow and rain. Though thoughts of hope are banished, the light Will still shine through, a beacon in the night.

A trumpeting neigh split the silence, Alisha turned in fright, But not a change-beast, instead a horse with sapphire eyes alight. As Alisha fell into the pools of blue, A voice spoke inside her head, "I am Krista, I choose you."

Tears of life, rebirth, and joy, her companion filling her with love, Alisha had reason to cry, but was answered as from Gods above. Thoughts of hope kindled, through the rain and through the night Shines through the reassuring light.