The fog descends
Upward away from the lake
To reveal a beauty
Within the mist
A lonesome swan
Swims alone
In a house
Not far from here
A white candle burns in the window
Its flickering flame
Giving a little bit of warmth
But in that same house
A girl is crying
All alone
No one comforts her
Like the swan who swims alone
Both are pretty
And pure of heart
Innocent
But still alone
One might ask why
Well no one really knows
But for know their both in lonesom solitude
Wishing for something different
A friend to accompany them
Someone to tell their troubles to
But the girl is still crying
And the swan is still swiming alone.