Fragile frail little girl
Sitting in her lonesome world
Always wanting to fit it
Never knowing where
She always had everything
But never chose to accept it
Never saw her own beauty
And always walked away
She wishes she could wait
She wishes it would be perfect
She wants something to happen
But can never tell what
When she sees her destiny
Then she will be free
To fly among the skies
To be happy once again
But now she sits and watches
the ebbing of the flow
People all around her
come and go
She sits and she waits
With her legs between her knees
For an everlasting ride
whilst watching the dying tide...