Each day as evening startsto set
The ace builds in her chest
She knows she must go to bed
And try to get some rest

She hugs her tearstained pillow close
When no okne is around
And cries for one she loved and lost
And screams without a sound

Other see her in the day
They think she's doing well
But every day as evening sets
She enters her own hell

Time hasn't healed her pain at all
Or quieted all her fears
So every night alone in bed
She sheds those silent tears.