I stand at the sink, stare directly ahead
My colorless cheeks, once a pink rosy red...

Its quit at times, but the rage grows under
The silence of a storm, before its thunder...

Try to imagine, your self in a place
No one acknowledges, your presence or face...

That feeling you get, on a Christmas Eve night
You wish and pray, that your morning is white...

Shes a child at heart, a free spirit indeed
So sad and lost, many tears she bleeds...

A loss of breath, when I herd the news
Confused and upset, when I herd of their views...

The sun breaks at 6, and the color around
Ads to my beauty, and shines off my gown...

I have to stay quit, he had a bad day
If I make a sound, then ill be the stray...

The love that would burn, in the depths of my soul...
Now hollow and empty, the dark black hole...

Born in a country, where the mountains rule
Where getting a wife, cost the price of a mule...

We live in a country, safe and secure
Do we really believe, are visions obscure...

The Nile River, will never stop flowing
The wind in the air, continues on blowing...