This young lady would come to see
This crib could be her tomb
Or her sanctuary
Anxious for the future, anxious to be free
From the dark loneliness of her prison
She would not dare pause her discovery
She would not dare pause her mission
She pondered upon her ambitious vision
Sitting still, her brown eyes open wide
Needing no decision
In mother’s arms she’d hide
There she would discover, once and for all
It only gets dark if you let it fall
« return.