And so she looks a little pale
her snow white robe is torn.
Each one of us will try and fail
and all of us will mourn.

Her alabaster angel wings
from stony plaster cast
spread wide above my everything
the one I thought would last.

In the West the ivory
is worn when we are wed;
but in the East the milky pearl
is color for the dead

All ships on the horizon slowly fade from sight–
all colors of the rainbow slowly fade to white.