peering into the early morning sky
her eyes are dry but damp inside
with a throaty laugh that never meet her eyes
she sings a song that uncle love has never known

in riches and rags, she rode that street
loved by a sun that warms her heart
while the twinkling darkness pierced her soul

she hid her eyes
she closed her heart

so now she reads and fly away
to that magical land she'd always known
with spells and potions
to mend that bridge
she sits along the river bank
and sings her song