You should have known when all was done,
She'd have your mother's eyes.
Pushing her through to get things done,
Did you stop to realize she's your little one?
So you fight another one...
Rushing memories of how it felt,
When you turned your thoughts
Towards a window to hide the pain.
They took your soul.
Forcing a smile, you turned to the sun.
Empty inside.

See she's somewhere searching herself,
And wondering what could have been.
Walking the line of innocence and guilt,
Are you fine with circumstance?
(May I have this dance?)

Mother Goose and fairy tales lost along the way.
A silky corner from her blanket was all she saved.

See she's somewhere searching herself,
And wondering what could have been.
Walking the line of innocence and guilt,
Are you fine with circumstance?
(May I have this dance?)

(Yes I'm out there twisting and weaving
the threads of life. Will you let me in?
If I had only walked the road with you...
I was born unto the right.
Will you grant me this dance?)