A painting of a young girl sleeping, framed in silver

While all her life is time

Winter is failing dignity... she draws the shade

And lying to her grace

Thinks she feels security... Where nothing dies



She speaks in soft filter smiles

Tastes the rain of memories water... can't heal her pain

She stares into a mirrors cracked and broken lines

A little girl waves goodbye



She's fading as her hour glass runs out

So sorry for the pain

Still waiting for a girl from the magazines

A torn and yellowed page



In her darkened room she cries

For faces, now shining halos

Can't believe what time has done for her

Can't stop thinking through the frame



She's fading as her hour glass runs out

So sorry for the pain

While all her life is time

Winter finds a place for her, and draws the shade