Lyrics
Lined up, her world, a domino row- a flawless black row that was started years ago.
Calm day, she now will pray for a gust of wind to take this velvet on its wings away, but she
holds on to these scraps- can't let go, and all she needs to do is press her lips together and blow.
Goals mistook- have a look: Plan was to write a book.
Now instead, at the stove, hunger dead, food I cook.
Scenic drive, 9 to 5; afterward, hit the dive.
Make it, spend it, think I'll end it.
Dreaming, aware she's torn two worlds; as city walls that she played on as a girl,
divides village from hills where the sun sets somewhere in the land which is unknown to her still.
She had plans to go out some day, but now the fear and waiting will keep her inside and make her stay.
Golden chime, topaz time, sapphire spin, ruby sin, diamond swirl, shining beryl, want to be white as pearl.
Imagery of jewelry makes me feel makes me see
all those things I adored in my youth when I soared.
No more flight, now at night I see by window light
all the world calm with rest; why can't I be so blessed?
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