That hasn't always been easy to do.
Some times as night the walls talk back to me.
Wasn't yesterday, a better day.
Always alone at home or in a crowd;
A single woman out on a private cloud;
Caught in a world few people understand.
I am what I am….only one single woman.
There was a time…I can't remember when.
The house was full of love but then again
It might have been imaginations plan,