In A Silent Place

The shadow in the corner
stiller than a statuette, with wings of dust
three dead flowers at her feet
A little girl who's lost a bit more than her faith
She clasps her hands together, praying to no gods at all
asking for a selfish thing, she knows
But she hopes that prayers go far above the clouds

The sun is shining through the window
picking up the dust
like gold it flitters through her tangled hair
and lands beside her silent chair
But something is still melancholy
perhaps the way she leans against the wall
or maybe just the fragrance on the air

Sometimes people say that she's an angel
but angels do not cry alone at night
and sometimes people say that she's a demon
but demons do not cry at all
And she knows that the world is unfair
she's not sure why she ever wishes otherwise
but some days she finds herself believing anyway

The little girl takes off her masquerade
her face is sad, but no tears fall
the last cry happened too long ago
it's been many days since she learned to be strong
Dry-eyed, she stares before her on the floor,
regretting everything she's done, a short sigh,
And wonders if girls with dust-wings can fly

It's not to be altruistic or anything
she doesn't want to make herself seem victimized
all she wants is the relief of something sure
even if it means letting go a little more
Perhaps caring is a fatal weakness
but perhaps the dawn can sing her song
so for now nothing will be wrong

...and just for now is enough