As the pitch black night covers her face
it was her guiding light
that her search was unworthy of being a woman
of one's dreams
she feels as if life didn't matter
yet she still climbs her lighted ladder ...

Looking in the mirror she is blinded to her madness
she starts to disbelieve
she still dreams, even with doubt or meaning
within time her dreams will cross,
so full of truth and without falsity
she holds on to her life, her love
one last time, not wanting to let go
for her dream has to be real as she fades into the clouds ...

Her heart is raw, her hair draped around her face
she cries in her hands, she feels undesirable
unwanted and losing her reality
she longs to be part of the one that has her heart
she searches for, for any sign
to be the purpose of his never ending dreams

Please she begs, with tears falling and her soul torn in half
please she begs, Beware of her heart...

Debbie Brooks 2014