She didn't know why it made her feel the way it just did,
Maybe centuries of dark, shapeless emotions that she's hid,
No, not grief or anger -- just blank happy days.
When this wasn't the only option -- she's had other ways.
When she'd known someday she'd give her dreams wings,
When it wasn't her death knell -- the hawk circling in rings.
When she'd known she could wish the sky bright red,
When she'd known she could wake up the man who was dead.
Yes, the early days of a blurred, distant childhood,
Days to which she'd run back to if she just could.
'Coz then she turned into a pilot when she pleased,
Or in a moment of frenzy a painter unleashed.
Sometimes just a flying, free and happy lark,
Sometimes like her dad who wasn't afraid of the dark.
Dark, yes dark.....
Thats what made her feel the way she just did,
Thats what made her hide what she'd hid,
No, not grief or anger -- just blank happy days
When she wasn't forces to acknowledge the dark,
She'd had other ways.