She sat in the corner,
not a word spoken,
looking at the window,
just being left unbroken.

She sat in the corner,
not a glance given,
looking at her husband,
just being left unbroken.

She sat in the corner,
not a belief in heaven,
hiding her pain,
just being left unbroken,

she sat in the corner,
just sat in the corner,
being left unbroken,
just being left unbroken.



"HARK! Where is thy angel!"
The man flutters silent,
O'er the fields and the hills,
bowing before thy gods,
as lightness begins to fills.

"My stairway to Heaven! It must be true!"
The man glides freely,
O'er the clouds and the stars,
bowing before thy gods,
sealing eternity within jars.

"THE GIFT OF FREEWILL! I must bow before!"
As the man flies heavenly,
O'er the highlife and the lowlife,
bowing before his fates,
Oh what a Brightened Life!