Running around little girl
Chasing your wild dreams...

Staring up into the sky
gazing at the stars...

Love is my happiness
Peace is my life...

I am quickly fading
Fading into the sound...

I look at the world around me
What the heck is going on...

Millions of haunted voices
ringing within my ears...

I sit here in somber silence
Hearing a ticking ticking tock...

Maybe it isn't every day
But every day that you slip up...

Make me cry with memories
Days long past too far out of reach...

Some days can be easy
not a single tear...

Whenever the wind blows through the valley,
and the cotton is high in the air...

My father once said to me,
"He who makes himself a sheep...