The October sky cried for her No more keeper of the inside In the water she felt no pain Was the trail to the black lodge irrelevant Blind eyes surrounded
The dark, cold water She was a keeper of the inside (Revealed) by this place which is unfound A pity sight for the magpie The Black Lodge She was hiding
water tears were invisible It was all in the crest of misery She kneeled for death in silence No answers will be found and the black lodge still remains
