Ring of the alarm to wake her up again
Giving all she has to working for a friend
Or so she likes to call them
The ones who make her smile
Others are more dangerous
They understand her style
It’s a solitary life
It’s a solitary dream
Working to make it better
Isn’t as easy as it seems
What has she got to look forward to?
The grind and grunt of life?
The rack and shunt of movement?
Nothing soaring like a kite
She used to have a real love
The dark days took their toll
Winter was a solace
Then summer took her soul
And falling from a graceful height
Is flying without wings
Then you meet yourself
When the fat lady sings
