She never had to worry about
Any of those strange things
That kept others awake at night
And pounded their doors

She always chose to walk alone
And tied her hair in a bun
So that others could see her eyes
But never know who she was at home

When she wanted to leave you,
Goodbye was never on her lips
For it was too good a word
But instead, "I'll see you later"

She never wanted to cry,
But always found herself doing so -
And she never wanted to be alone,
But always found herself so

She would give her heart away
Like a rain in the storm
So that others could feel
What she had loved so much

And if she could be free
Like the clouds she loved,
Then her voice would be heard
Among the weeping stars

But she would be written down
In some blank pages that
Didn't take up more than
A paragraph

For though she was here now,
Tomorrow didn't see that way,
And tomorrow never was
A friend to her