She bathed in the Lethe River   Then laid in the arms of Morpheus   But could she rise above the ashes?   And will she ever endure?      Is she charming the gods?   As the world floats beneath her, she's free   Is she charming the gods?   Or only slipping deeper, she's free....she's free      She woke in the shrill of mourning   Burdened by the uphill stone   She almost touched the heavens   Now her wings slowly melt away