but yet she sleeps in a room of many,
with whom have sad minds,
that dream of a freedom and joyous times.
Breathing the air,
that pollutes the minds of many.
This big earth;
to her is only a small shoulder,
of her son.
As her mind flows and thinks of better things.
She looks down to notice her heart gone away,
her shoulder to cry on swept,
from under her feet.
Her sweet son gone with out a trace,
only she knew the things he could be,
and the dreams she had for him.
Byt yet he was gone.
She thinks to herself;
Why am I still here?
Why didn't he take me instead?
She lays her head back;
dreams of a land far away,
where her and her son are now united and happy;
not to be brought back to this place they call wonderland.