She sits on the couch, crouching over a cushion
And watches the bewitching night out the window.
She looks fragile now, but when sun was up she ran
And sang songs and blew bubbles.
She’s counting the stars now, naive as she is,
Pinches each one and gathers them in her palm.
Like diamonds, they glimmer as her eye lids shut.
The sounds of television, cars and chattering voices mingle.
It’s a lullaby, so familiar and almost her own.
Sounds turn to silence, she sleeps her innocent slumber.
Her face is serene, the world that she’s in is unknown
To me, to anyone but her.
And watches the bewitching night out the window.
She looks fragile now, but when sun was up she ran
And sang songs and blew bubbles.
She’s counting the stars now, naive as she is,
Pinches each one and gathers them in her palm.
Like diamonds, they glimmer as her eye lids shut.
The sounds of television, cars and chattering voices mingle.
It’s a lullaby, so familiar and almost her own.
Sounds turn to silence, she sleeps her innocent slumber.
Her face is serene, the world that she’s in is unknown
To me, to anyone but her.