No one knows her name or purpose
just watching as the days go by,
watching as the summers die
days, months, minutes, years
no one knows what she hears
what she sees in that distant view
the dancing snow
or waters blue
no one knows do they care
what she sees or what she hears.
she stands there from dawn till dusk
watching me, watching you
seeing old, seeing new
always lost but always here
crying out a silent tear,
do they hear, see or care
the light in the darkness is never here
always just out of reach
over the horizon
past the breach
out of the way, over the sea
in another land away from me
people try to see her there,
try to see within, acting like they care
looking beneath the darkness
but not seeing past the light
not seeing that little girl hidden in fright
do those wandering eyes know home
or does she stand there
left all alone?
why doesn't anybody care
what that fragile mind may here
what those beep blue eyes may see
no one else knows but me...
