A young girl with long brown hair.
Was spinning and dancing as I started to stare.
The background behind her had started to change.
And the feeling inside of me felt very strange.
She grew into a woman in the blink of an eye.
As her childhood years just suddenly flew by.

A woman in her twenties with a man straight and tall.
They were working together to break down her walls.
Her feelings were trapped and locked up you see.
The reflection in the window was of course me.
But now as I stare back she stands all alone.
A sound in my ear as she started to moan.

He died and was buried without her there.
Some people said she didn't even care.
But the tears that she shed,
As she laid in her bed.
Was silent and haunting....
Would love somehow come back,

What joy would it bring?
I stared at the window a reflection I see.
The face of a woman looking right back at me.
Her brown hair was graying as she stared at the ground.
Looking for something she never found.
She looked at her life and what would it bring.
The voice of a child who loved to sing.

No fan-fare,parade or fortune or fame.
She asked herself was this just a game?
No person's life is perfection you see.
But my worst self-critic was of course me.
Maybe I haven't made a difference in this life.
But being a mother and a wonderful wife.

So looking at a grave marker the name on it found.
She read it to herself and made not a sound.
Here lies a body of flesh and bone.
Who died in her bed as she laid all alone.
No one who held her and no one cared.
Alone in the dark lonely and scared.

I stared at the window a reflection I see.
Of a woman who's smiling staring back at me.
Her long hair is flowing and wearing a long white gown.
With wings like a dove hovering above the ground.
And as her spirit rises to the heavens above.
She finally accepts God's most precious love.