No Roses, No Skies

She's a song unsung

She's the wild orchid in your ugly swamp

She's a song unsung

and the only white walls of her mind know what that song sounds like

The pills, the pills

and the Dr.'s promises just ain't doing the trick

cause the arms of nothing she falls asleep in

can still bring the razor to the wrist

The TV screens, the magazines

scream at you like the dogs of hell

advertising and advising you to be

anyone but your beautiful self

Prince Charming never brought you flowers

just loveless lifetime alone

No roses for you, just unlocked doors

and the deafening silence of your phone

So block your ears, close your eyes

remember that you're a golden soul fallen from the

boring, heartless Hollywood heard of lies that they call:

Beautiful

With no shoulder, no hand, no body, no man, no door,

no heart to let you:

The sun can take too long

to end the endless night

I hear you, I feel you, I bleed with you

when our hearts begin to scream:

This life can feel too long

But at night, you're dancing through the pain

even when you're the only one

no rose, no sky as full of the beauty of the girl who dies

but rises with every morning's sun

alone

She dances alone

alone -- so beautiful

alone -- her own romance:

alone -- Lady Lazarus' Life-Sustaining Dance