On dusty shelf in darkness rests
Porcelain skin and satin dress...

When Mary Sue had reached her prime
The lads came quick in double time...

Where walks this man without a heart
In distance far beyond mere dreams...

Little Gertie was so dirty
But wouldn't take a bath...

Sweet
Sorrow...

Moon glass picture silhouettes in the sky
As distance weighs deep in the soul...

Bespeak this heart of dreams be told
Upon the night to beacon thee...

Sometimes, they are so cruel
They can bring you to your knees...

Cast not in shadows of the day
With pain that came along...

Heart's rendering has come to pass
Inside a soul of pain and strife...

Through drifts of snow upon the heart
The darkened moon will cease to glow...

Just a flicker of a light
trailing down the end of a sunbeam...