A stone cut figure stares harshly through the mirror
What once was a child, became chiseled from fear
The look in her eyes sends waves of uncertainty
The trust stripped away from the glint that used to be
My words of comfort are lost in the impossible time line
Holding back those blood red tears from spilt Merlot wine
Nothing more do I desire, to tell her there is always a better tomorrow
But I can see it in her smile, she knows more of pain and sorrow
The screams will get quieter, the yelling with cease
As the hurricane settles, so will the breeze
But I know that she can\'t hear me, I can never stop those tears
Darling you will get here, even if it takes eleven years