Alone she sits on her mountain high
pressed for space against the sky
family taken, all she's known
burned down to the ground
an orphanage alone.

* * *

Saved by her mysterious captor
who knew her entire life's story by memory.
Trying to be who she remembers to be
Sparking her mind quizzically
away from endless dreaming.

She stole a star
from the dark and gloomy sky.
Loved it as her very own
captured it its very own case,
draped about her neck.

Her blonde pony tail floats in the breeze
traveling the countryside
looking for a place to belong
to put her at ease, so she could know why
life made her soul seem so wrong.

A princess of all she owned
a peasant to those who knew her not
all in all, another face in the crowd
invisible to the warmth of any rays caught
of any longer the sun.

* * *
Down she ventures, lonely little girl
life burdened her, in a lonely little world.
Nobody cared, except that one
and He was all she ventured for far
She needed guidance, so she stole the stars.

Awakening herself, to find Him in trouble
even if he was His makeshift double
She solved His problem, and away again
a soul trapped within a frozen flame -
The fire burns inside
but she's cold on the outs.
Inside you can hear the little girl crying.
The same little girl, who stole the stars.