It was warm, the evening was a harmful orange,
she cried and cried, knowing she was dieing inside,
Her arms fell to her hips, her lips sealed shut,
Her eye's began to close, as her soul had left her heart,
And her mind left her head, now she slept,
She dreamed a better dream, hoping it would come true,
Knowing life's purpose, is not invisible, unless she made it,
She was blind to reality, and that's the honest truth,
But was it true to her, she waited and waited,
Hoping he'd come, knowing her problems, it wasn't the end,
It was just the beginning, that's what she said.
