When nobody is looking
She moves with ghostly grace
Haunting the house she still lives in
Phantom of her own soul
Breaker of her own mirror
Shes picking up the pieces
One shard at a time
Making them fit, making it right
When I look away, away she glides
To perch herself high on the cliffs
Wind playing with her hair
Her face tense In beautiful contemplation
Then the colours she can't define
Seep from her mind
And paint the rock around her
She stairs at the water below, the mountains above
It is a great sight
A beautifle struggle
It all unfold and work out
I know it will
