A painting of a young girl sleeping framed in silver,
While all her life is time,
Winter is fading dignity she draws the shade,
And lying to her grace,
Thinks she feels security,
Where nothing dies.

She speaks in soft filter smiles,
Tastes the rain of memories water can't heal her pain,
She stares into mirrors cracked and broken lines,
A little girl waves goodbye.

She's fading as her hour glass runs out,
So sorry for the pain,
Still waiting for a girl from the magazines,
A torn and yellowed page.

In her darkened room she cries,
For faces now shining halos,
Can't believe what time has done for her,
Can't stop thinking through the frame.

She's fading as her hour glass runs out,
Sorry for the pain,
While all her life is time,
Winter finds a place for her and draws the shade.