in the darkness, in the night
she slips quietly, ready to fight
she feels the pain from where she landed
curses the broken wings that left her stranded
into a world that wasn't her own
too far away from the place called home
and she cries until her tears run black
knowing there's never any going back
longing to be a saint, but always the sinner
a hopeful loser, trying to be a winner
but it's cold, so cold where the wind blows
in this land of steal and stone, nothing grows
no hope, no love, no sunny skies
just the fear and pain, dark as her eyes
in the midst of her blackest hour
she finds the promise in a flower
a tiny bud rising up
maybe this will be enough
to give her hope, to get her through
until she can turn the gray skies blue
make grass grow in this land of stone
for this world will be her home