She glides in, something's not right.
I only see her in the dead of night.
She comes in and tilts her head.
Is she real or is she dead?
I need to know why she smiles at me
Does she know something I cannot see?
Her beauty is pure, face white as snow
Really so white, but always aglow.
I swear I saw wings the last time she came
It's hard to tell, but it must be a game.
Sometimes I follow her, to see what it's like
The last time I did, she let out a strike.
A violent temper for something so pure
I don't know why, but I want more.
An angel, a fairy, a ghost what is she?
I am the only one who can see,
The girl that sits on the garden wall
Sitting proud and sitting tall.
She has been there all my life
Waiting there with a knife.
She never stikes or talks at all
Just stares and stares from the wall.
So many beings I can not name
So many beings I can not tame!
Is it all in my head?
I say as I lay on my hospital bed.
They do not believe my fantansy girl
Who sits and waits with only one curl.
