Her tear still holds its place,
It rests on her eye about to break,
Break free from its home,
But you ask why?

You sit by the window,
And stare off and wonder,
What can you do at all divine,
Something, maybe just a line,

And she guides you through your mind,
For she knows a path you’ve never taken,
She’s holding on to you,
Holding on for something to come,

And you don’t dream to let go,
She keeps holding on to you,
And you dream the unreal of what you wonder,
And you wonder what if your dreams were true,

So before the time that you lose her,
For the day must one day come,
You warm up to a glow until,
Until a triceratops comes.