In her youngest days,
when no roads were paved,
and her future was still unwrought.
She danced alone,
to the many tones,
leading to the world she sought.
She believed in things,
she had angel wings,
but there were battles to be fought.

As time went by,
and she tried to fly,
whispered voices held her down.
Her flight was cut,
and her wings were shut,
and her course could not be found.
There was music still,
voices could not kill,
words would not silence her sound.

And as she grew,
deep inside she knew,
she could keep her hopes residing.
But outside,
when she wanted to hide,
she would have to keep on fighting.
With a soul to shell,
and a heart to quell,
she tried hard to keep from crying.

She was wide awake,
Like a concious mistake,
smiles too far from her face.
If only she'd known,
That she wasn't alone,
in her tired search for grace.
She was sad and tired,
hope had long transpired,
and she wanted to leave this place.

Beyond the light,
on the darkest night,
she marched the cold dark street.
Moving fast and slow,
like the rivers flow,
never turning back her feet.
And the song inside,
felt like it had died,
there was silence in every beat.

She'd flow like the rain,
sadness washing her veins,
she had nothing left to show.
Peering over the ledge,
at the end of the edge,
of the world she sought to forego.
If she had any doubts,
she could not let them out,
she was too blind to let herself know.

But the deafening black,
of the river showed back,
a reflection that shook her awake.
Despite tears she had cried,
there was strength in her eyes,
and she knew this must be a mistake.
She was shattered to bits,
but the pieces still fit,
and she was not going to let them break.

Now

She's wide awake
in a heartless world
But she knows it's not in vain.

She's waiting for her dreams to come and pull away the pain.

She dreams that she's in fairytales,
but searches through the strain--
For fires alight in the dark of the night,
when all you can hear is the rain.