I patiently count each twinkling star
that appears in the sky tonight...

Cracks in the ceiling start to appear
as she has her first dance with loneliness...

I am the unwanted vase that sits upon a shelf,
in the window of an antiques shop...

As much as it hurts me to admit;
I just can't deny the pain I feel...

What do you do when you realise
that you grew up beneath the same...

Trust becomes stolen,
when lies take over the truth...

The day of the race finally approached,
as the jockeys mounted their rides...

Hiding behind your misleading masks
you feel secure with anonymity, brave...

Misty autumn trees
reaching for the morning sky...

Raindrops in April
were glowing like midnight stars...

Songbirds in the mist
gladly take flight to the sun...

Sunlit autumn leaves
whisper deeply to the woods...