The softest breeze, the thinnest air
The little crease, the nicest care
With steps so light and grace in stead
She jolly went to deepest end

So joyful, playful and in clouds
Her sanity was filled with doubts
She followed wisp into the forest
The voices in her head had chorused

The finest songs of greatest places
The joy of seeing fallen faces
Of people loved, yet those who died
God knows how dear she lived – she tried

She follows wisp into the forest
The songs that sing can drag her lowest
Yet voices make her soul so jolly
No longer living – dead ones folly