I stand at the sink, stare directly ahead
My colorless cheeks, once a pink rosy red...

Its quit at times, but the rage grows under
The silence of a storm, before its thunder...

Try to imagine, your self in a place
No one acknowledges, your presence or face...

That feeling you get, on a Christmas Eve night
You wish and pray, that your morning is white...

He lives far away, in the coldest of states
A cute little boy, with a special skilled trait...

When little girls, we shared the same clothes
When little girls, we painted are toes...

We all have a dark side, everything on earth
Except for me, been this way since birth...

I moved far away, to make a new life
I met a nice guy, and now I'm his wife...

The dark blue color, the oceans hold
Is no surprise, why the touch is cold...

Who do we turn too, who do we blame
The battlefield sight, of souls killed in vain...

James enjoys dirt, his clothes stay a mess
cars, planes, and trains, but likes this girl Jess...

Oh dear Karen, your talent unique
your voice beautiful, calm, and sweet...