The curtain's been drawn
The girl meets the dusk
Lost and alone
All over again

Pushed from the nest, refusing to fly
Falling and failing and heaving a sigh
Lost her soul somewhere on the way down
So she never tried to spread her wings

Dispersing and ending, the performance is done
The knights return to their princesses
The dead are buried and mourned
The trumpets sound because the battle is won

Expected to lead
When no one's her guide
Running to meet the glory-filled farewell
That only plays out in her head

Nothing ever really ends
As perfectly as it seems
No love ever lasts
To repair the torn seams

And even though we try
And fail for perfection
Forever never is
The goodness that is seems

.~*~.

Dated March 9th, 2004.