Mystical mornings, it had been ages,
She'd kill for a decent goodbye,
They'd crack the ceiling,
If she was coming,
Times were said and done.
They were two pages of the story,
One reality and one of a dreamer,
She'd make the books all,
Full of dust so, they turned on the cleaners
Like a battle nobody wins in,
The world was fighting with her,
If she'd walk in the front they would,
Hide the curtains like the town was dead.
She didn't stutter, took the last step,
And fell out of the town.
Now in the morning, somewhere far in her,
New castle she smiles,
oh mystical mornings.