Sometimes things don't go my way,
and cloudy skies come in...

A blank sheet of paper lays before me
the words and pencil guided by my soul...

Looking toward what the years will unfold
So lucky I have you to hold...

She's curled up in a corner
her eyes are black and blue...

Where do broken hearts go, one asked
where do they go when all is lost...

She'd always hear the fights
when she'd try to fall asleep...

The loss of a little one
the tears fall down my face...

Frustrated with every inch of me
anger to the core...

It\\\'s a wonderland to dreamers
filled with purple, pink and blue...

She put on her ballerina slippers
and tied them up real tight...

Her head rests on my shoulder
as I rock her to sleep...

His eyes are light as the sunset,
they sparkle and they shine...