Sunlight streams through fresh washed glass
and dries the tears of rains gone by...

Today I saw the sun come up
and wondered at the beauty of the world...

Wrong, I was so wrong
yet how could I suppose to know...

Trust me,
The time for tears...

Come and walk within my walls
and listen whilst I whisper...

The world turns
and in the blinking of an eye...

Take the knife and cut away the bindings
tightened over years of misuse and oppression...

I dreamed last night.
A noose about my neck was laid...

The princess stood at the top of the tower
and stomped her feet and cried...

The paper rustles as she turns the page
searching for an illustration she can understand...

She knows.
She always knows...

Safe haven in the storm of life
I cling with fingers numbed and worn...