She  sets her mouth on a swollen world
asking mother, father, friend  and foe
where did  her life  ever go?

No one could tell her.

But back when nothing was really everything  in
an empty coloring book and old slippers.

She sets her mouth on the deepest of yearns
asking "with these hands why must I be destined
to create and destroy all that I have"

She sets her mouth on a swollen world
with her living purpose  in every breaking why.