The glass Diane,

Blue and lovely

Laid down on the sill to break the

light

She cast my hand

In a cold light

Painting with the beams of

ancient days

Walk with me you can

Through our only home

Become Diane

Diane

You live, Diane

You are lovely

This world made you stay too far

away

Relax your hand

Trusted angel

Stranger than the things young

men should know