I don't even.She has stars on her wings, but empty space in her soulSo much to bear on her shoulders And with such little control She's been tasked with a task incapable to completeBut still she will persist an option not, is defeat From all others, she stands apartA beacon of light disrupting the dark In earnest we pray that may her starry wings lead us backBack to that heavenly white-washed shore Lost in this abyss of death, this sea of destruction In two worlds at war