A Second Opinion - Pale Forest

Her eyes were red, here dress was torn 
The wind blew on the hilltop 
She raised her head an wached with scorn 
The sky and felt her heart stop 
For though it was a pretty sight 
And should have brought her glee 
She cursed the sky of all her might 
And all because of me 

As she launched herself into mid air 
She must have seen below 
My fingers through your golden hair 
And granted us true love 

She stood beside my bed last night 
Her slender hand upon my chest 
The tears had washed all anger from her sight 
Her heart had found its final rest 
She gently gazed with eyes so bright 
Into my spirit's nest 
To tell me no one lost the fight 
Though we both tried our best 

As she launched herself into mid air 
She must have seen below 
My fingers through your golden hair 
And granted us true love