7 pointed star above her like a halo
Lost beneath the southern cross
Robin at the window
Of gwendolyn
You were lost like the century
That came before me
Only she could nod and remember those days
Your gwendolyn
A knife skiing twine
Unbird this life
She had to go and she floats above us
Even now
Not a ghost but a soul
I am come across the sea
To ease your mind
I am come to be with thee
And gwendolyn