She sits by the window late at night,
Mourning her memories, that always seemed so bright.
Gazing at the stars, and the moon and the sky,
Oh, what a beautiful world it would be,
Without people in it to pry.
Along with the tear stream, dont know what for,
Maybe it’s the sad dream that woke her.
She’s scared, tired, also alone,
Deep down there, she knows,
She has to do this on her own.
She wants to be happy also cry out loud,
She wishes she could disappear out in the crowd,
Inside, there’s a different story,
Her heart whispers “oh no! Not without these memory”.