At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...

Beautiful it was
It a destiny written in black and white
They envied... no one has seen anything like it but it was a distant beauty ,

The path was sloppy and throny,
Sorrow was to be overcomed
Only a pure hearted person would make it , to the destiny of black and white
The one everyone envied and never dared to take ...

Only her , the daughter of a lioness
with a pure heart of gold.
With patiance she made it to the furthest mountain ,Between the valley and the lazy river, Beyond the edge of the scented meadow, To the hues painted by the sun setting . She was destined for greatness only then people had believed . A pure heart of gold she had.

© Eliswa