Common things are all she needs, she want to escape, but never succeeds.
Day after day she's been on her own, now she's leaving this house, in search of a home. She finds her ways to make a living, she has so much to offer, but nothing worth giving.
She fades away in the black, and in the white, she listens to the sounds of the people at night. She fears that sanity is moving further away, she tries to balance truth and loyalty each and everyday.
She colors this picture with her structural smile, she feels with emotion, and passion while living in denial. People watch, and they judge her as she passes by, she doesn't glare back, instead she looks toward the sky.
She fills her heart with truth, and understanding, she looks up the heaven, waiting on her angel to make that last final landing.
