| Traveling Home |
| She sees a reflction, it dims and grows brighter. This faint portrit changes with the passing lights, All strung together in a metal-tire-chain. Thinks about what she's done in her life, and it's not over yet, That even life is not through with her . She has things she needs to do, Her patiences diminishes, like the lights, and now she's trapped, Pain to look ahead, broken bottles on the road. Holds the reflection for an instant... then, returns, to her reflection, to herself: to home |