When the clock is no longer
ticking in your direction, and the
clouds upon your
brow are darkening,
when the aurora mist
and ire is brewing, and
the neglected morning earth crying,
the birdsong cut short by winter's knife,
the owls head split open and bleeding,
when the vintage wine is
no longer pouring,
the distant voices have stopped calling,
your only mirror is a blank reflection,
the ashes of the silent past have fallen,
when their hands are no
longer clapping, and their
smiles somewhat shattering,
her embrace is cold and yearning,
the framed family above
the fire weeping,
the leaves from her hair are tumbling,
and outside the pond is drowning.

Please do not fall in love
with me, for I cannot
bear that burden.
And as the night sky
thickens, and the water
runs cold, remember I am
here for you, but only till'
tomorrow. I would hate for
you to love me, it would break
me like a shell, for a salmon
can only swim so far,
until it swims all the way to hell.

Her parents told her to "grow up" so she put away her diary
Use to have stories of being queen, ones that were all blissfully inspiring.
But imagination grew tiring
And apparently so did she..
It's Job hunting, which heels? Which follows uncertainty.
With her heart that always peeks, and opens up that one page, that one that said she'll grow up but never truly act her age.
The page of "Never, Never Land", gum drops in Candyland, following the yellow brick road with toto and the tin man. Toes in the kingdoms sand
And Prince Charming as her ideal man.
Not one care in the world, living life joyest & open minded without any plan.

What happen? Why did she lose all she believed?
Did life take her imagination, walk away and just leave?
"Happy" was what she wrote down when asked what she wanted to achieve...
When women lose their innoncets
When little girls listen to reality and stop creating new ways too dream.
When her mind loses faith, when her heart starts to bleed
When love becomes a nightmare, pain suddenly is there, honesty becomes a lie and happiness becomes "I don't cares"

When girls become women
When simplicity becomes complex decisions
Take a moment to close your eyes
Women, see the honest little girl deep inside your distorted visions

Open up your diary now and write one more line
That girls have to grow up, but tht doesn't mean inside.
(Now open and smile)