Her friends were books,

Her friends were books,

And music was her love.

She needed not a hand to hold hers,

Nor another heart to own hers.

She wished on a broken star

In the quiet rain of night

And hoped the pearly calm

Dancing from the solitary moon

Would erase her tears.

Her family was all gone,

Or wrapped in their own affairs.

They left her to her own devices

And lived their lives without care.

She wished on a broken star

In the quiet rain of night

And hoped the pearly calm

Dancing from the solitary moon

Would erase her tears.

She lived for the now

Without faith in humanity.

All she saw was greed,

The universe drowning

In lust, hate, and lies.

So she stayed in her own

Naïve little world.

She wished on a broken star

In the quiet rain of night

And hoped the pearly calm

Dancing from the solitary moon

Would erase her tears.

She knew she was worth more,

Made for more,

Destined for more,

Longed for more.

This small town

Could hardly contain

The potential she knew

Was present in the

Invisible body in which

She dwelled.

She wished on a broken star

In the quiet rain of night

And hoped the pearly calm

Dancing from the solitary moon

Would erase her tears.