she’s sitting there all alone
waiting for the call she hopes will never come
cannot stand the tightrope
tension causes wire’s song
step lightly, softly – or it will all come down
falling through this mindless unfounded grief
hurt of something that she’s never had
don’t cry for what will – might have been
all wishes have their day
veil seems to descend
final curtain call that never ends
take a bow – your due
you never know, might be opening night
flowers have yet to rain down
whispers have yet to sing
this is what she prays for
all wishes have their day
words & music:
D. Allen-Williams 1994
(EADGBE)