She was lost in the pages
dancing to a whim
with a heart held high
and smile so wide

Days come and days go
Where will you be
when the day comes
that you're left alone

We dared to venture
past the time when
street lights played dad
and mom would laugh

Looking back, it wasn't so bad

Books turned to scripts
and the pages became burdensome
so we played our parts
and watched our words
disolve into conflict