Her morning elegance

Sun been down for days, a pretty flower in a vase.

A slipper by the fireplace, a cello lying in it’s case.

Soon she’s down the stairs, her morning elegance she wears.

Sound of water makes her dream, awoken by a clould of steam.

She pours a daydream in a cup.

A spoon of sugar sweetens up.

And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat,

and she fights for her life on the train.

She lookes at the rain as it pours...

And she fights for her life and she goes in a store,

with a thought she has caught by a thread.

Sun been down for days, a winter melody she plays.

The thunder makes her contemplate, she hears a noise behind the gate.

Perhaps a letter with a dove.

Perhaps a stranger she could love.

And she fights for her life., and she goes in a store,

where the people are presently strange, and counting the change and she goes.

Nobody knows