there was a ringing in her ear.
singing lullabies, like that of a lions roar.
and the voices she hear.
tangled up in the air, they gladly soar.
and she moves from box to box.
thinking people would notice her.
she's got the keys to all the locks
to the strangers eye, she's just a blur.
But the stranger you see,
was just a stranger in thoughts.
and in the mind of the "lady flea"
he sailed in wooden boats.