Post by EllenMitchells on Mar 10, 2004 10:50:56 GMT -5
Lo! I sit in silence on this cold and dreary morn
Wishing, wishing, pondering the reason I was born
Staring at the fading star left over from the night
A lost, alone, somnambulist who never gets things right
With tearstains on my pallid face I'm walking through this dream
A sad, alone, somnambulist who can't say what she means.
Wishing, wishing, pondering the reason I was born
Staring at the fading star left over from the night
A lost, alone, somnambulist who never gets things right
With tearstains on my pallid face I'm walking through this dream
A sad, alone, somnambulist who can't say what she means.
