The Attic

Silently she moves, her dress sweeping the stairs.

One stroke of light through a secret window.

Everyone has forgotten there was a time,

someone lived here and so

The wind, it sighs and the night falls.

 

She will remain when everyone goes.

She will reveal what she could not show

She will stop aging and she will not grow.

 

When she enters the room the old memories go fly

They break in two-million pieces and disolve in the sky

Everyone has forgotten there was a time,

someone lived here and so

The wind, it sighs and the night falls.