so many things
so little time
a lone silhouette
staying in line

she stays as the crowd goes besides her
her hair waves along the dawn
another night gone

she cannot speak
nor can she talk
still as a rock
standing alone

she will watch waiting for winter
and when the rain starts to fall
she will awaken

outside will come a voice
slipping through her lips
wandering to all ears
then they will know
how she really
feels

"are you alright?"
"sorry, I didn't know"
"do you want us to talk?"
"just let it go"

their meaningless words flow in her direction
she doesn't let herself to believe
not for a second

and so she goes
into her room
she closes the door
nothing has moved

she lies on the bed and pours out her sorrow
she hears the echoing sound of death
he is there for her

"should I go there?"
"it is your choice"
she asks about
what lies beyond

"is there something better?
well, better than this anyway"
there is no answer

so she lets go
deciding to stay
she will work it all out
better that way

but there is one thing
she need to know
she already is dead

and so she goes
wandering forever