There is a tale untold..precious and loved.
A wounded soul not knowing where to go..
chasing shadows, is all she can do.
A restless heart, that noone can get through
fearless and ruthless, a master of the bow..
A huntress so fair, but deadly as few..
I know she is wanted, she never will be safe..
The day she stop run, is her day with no escape..
My mother.. I hold you close to my heart..
My thoughts give you shelter, a place you could hide.
But you never will see it, since you won't stay with me.
I know that you care for me, but it never can be..
I guess I am chasing a shadow too, by thinking of you ..
Mother Eovina. I miss you!
