DESCRIPTION:
She's sensitive and quietly she dabbles in philosophy
She finds her answers only to forget what she had come to see
She'd never want to hurt a soul, and even when she does she hopes that things will be eventually restored
She cares for harmony

She loves the rain, that sound of little drops of ocean almost reaching her where she's save
Behind a window, looking out and dreaming

She's sensitive and secretly she hopes there is a chance that he would come to read her quietly
Those words, they don't come easily
The fireworks of talk explode in empty space that could have made a perfect scene for love but now is proof of what was lost to fear

She loves the thought of who he would become if only he could see the strength he has
But you can never change another

She's sensitive, and quietly she understands it's time to see the path that leads to where she'll be herself, in all that she can be
No questions asked, the time has come to face the truth with guts and leave this story with an open heart

Proudly we move on
Head up high

words and music by Maria Neckam
www.marianeckam.com