Everyday I wake up,
ready for the mess...

As I look into my Grandmother's eyes
I seem to feel a bit surprised...

He sits there alone daily
Just wishing for someone...

Mom sits thinking about her girls and her boys,
reminiscing days the floor was covered with toys...

I've tried to find the words today
to tell what's in my heart...

It's time to go, to leave this place
A shadowy voice does cry...

Our castle stands atop the hills
And offers strength of spirit...

I heard the beat of angels' wings,
as if hurrying in their flight...

I can't seem to find the words
to say just how I feel...

I stand in front of the mirror
And wipe the fog away...

A flower grows from beneath a blanket
Of fine and purest white...

You hide behind your feelings
and keep the truth locked away...