Silver eyes tell no lies.

The tongue does plenty.

O'er the hill, cross the sunless skies,

Time passes, feeling so empty.

A warrior behind fragile cloth,

Cold gaze and mocking smile.

Fluttering like a moth,

One thought, choking and vile.

A monster, doomed they say,

A monster, that's all they see.

Live, fight another day.

See the hope surrounding thee.

Teresa of the Faint Smile,

And Clare, the Determined Child.

Walk on, mile by mile,

With thy love reconciled.

"Teresa..."

Even silver eyes can shed tears.