And When the storm has just gone past her,
She sits caressing her ruffled hair.
Wondering if the swallowed sea would
fill in the vacuum that sits in her...
Far away she hears a loud cry
and cringes herself back in her cocoon.
And while she caresses her ruffled hair,
a voice repeats itself softly
and booms in her head,
the dream dies! the dream dies! the dream dies!
