The Statue in the garden bare, with life and love and nothing there.
Oh, how she wishes he could see how much she needs the company,
With life and love in his lifeless glare, she just stares and stares.
Walking through the messy house, with disruption and shouting loud
She cannot wait to run to her childhood playground, with fun and laughter
and children around.
Sweetness and light and all sugar and spice, how her life was much simpler then
not the harshness and trouble and strife.
My how her life has changed, tired eyes and tired face.
Looking in the mirror, she does not recognise herself, same hair and same smile
but with dead eyes looking back, how sad, why can't things stay the same why do they have to change.
Don't laugh when I say I can't, don't stare when I say I don't care.
Please let the sun come in and sit warmly on my face, let me feel the heat.
I am so sick of this cold dark place.
I will rise above, floating around in clouds higher and higher above the ground.
"I will never go back there" said the girl with the jet black hair.