I still rise to call you, when I've had a bad day...
Or go to stop by your house, when I happen to pass...

I see what happens when a child is born,
I see what happens when its raised and adored...

So full of hope so full of promise.
Now taken away no chance to recover...

Hand to hand we now unite,
In the American dream we will recapture the light...

More times we are the victim of some relationship...
We the women of tomorrow trying to stand and raise...

I watch you struggle in your bed at night,
Knowing you suffer so...

It came upon us we could not see,
It's path of destruction invisible to all but...

So close to what is reality...
Yet so far from the truth...

They continue to drift onto paper each day,
Making us realize life changes in some way...

You are the poet of all poets,
The one that has a bright side to every doom...

I loved you like no other,
No other who had come before...

When I was alittle girl, dreams really did come...
They were more then just a fairy tale, or a story...