I Me, girl …or woman? Just me alone Drifting through life and This world Such a haze of stained-glass Broken-windowed souls All desperately dreaming of
Love Desire Want, need, crave Daydream, Fantasy Of things that will be Or won’t Fairy tales with clipped wings Dance behind closed eyes Just desperately dreaming of
You Yes, the Green-eyed boy With no belief In magic or fate Or truth If you let your pain Go, maybe you’d see That I am dying to know: