On a blue night 
With a blue sight.
On a cold bench 
Sat this ugly wench. 

Abandoned for her sin, 
she can only sit in. 
Tears slid down her face.
And fears replete this place. 

Amidst all this pain,
Of heat, there was but a grain. 
One hand with the warmth of a flame,
And two eyes without any blame.

A voice overflowing with passion,
Penetrates her and takes action. 
She rises like a flower,
Enriched with power. 

And as for that savior star, 
She knows he'll never be far.
For he sleeps in the corner of her chest,
Guarding her heart even as she rests.