Woman
She lives in a world full of miscolored figuresShe crys out in pain when she touches the darkThe people around her all sit and wonderWhat does this woman see in her mindThe red of the roses to her seem deep blueThe sky up above her, she sees down belowThe earth seems to stand still whenever she crys outShe crys out but nobody answers her callsA White padded room is the place that she calls homeIn there she's crying as the dark settles inShe yearns for the comfort from the arms of anotherBut the only comfort she has are the voices within
Flowing Beauty
