Only In Her Head-Written 4-02-09/5:00am
She sits at her window Stares our four panes of glass Most see her as a lost soul that has never had a chance Uncared for Unloved Aged before her time If they only looked beyond the figure looking out the window They might be surprised at what they would learn She has a spark of a woman who has lived Danced with kings in forgein lands Won hearts of soliders who for her would lay down their lives Captured rainbows to wear as ribbons in hair spun of gold She's sung songs of love so pure that have... Sign in to see full entry.