She sits at the window. All dressed in white. Been a long time since she's cried. Tears called ....tumbling down. She remembers her childhood brown. She's afraid it's too late. She steps out on the porch. Takes a minute from her day. Just like when she was a child. To listen what the wind would say. She was carefree like the children are today. Say ?? loves you won't you come out and play. She's afraid it's too late. When she was a child. She had crowns hiding gold. With such awe each flower she did hold. And she...the grass beneath her feet. How she hated things that were already late. They took away her laughter. They took away her crown. They said "hey girl you gotta keep your feet on the ground". She said "oh but they are". They say "Well laughter won't pay your bills". A flower fell from her hand falling still. They taught her to be respectable. Responsible somehow. They taught her to be in every..... She forgot how it felt to have leaves of grass beneath her feet. Now every thought screams to return to her childhood royalty. She's afraid it's too late. She takes one last moment. Before going inside. She takes a coat. To dry her eye. She ... and it all becomes clear. It's probably laughter that gets you what you need. ....More than here. She's afraid it's too late. La la la la. la la da da laaah.