As she lays there on her bed in here dull room;

As she wonders if the world will end in a boom;

Does she know that there is someone at her door;

Or does she try to stay away from the roar of reality;

As the years go by and the nights come and go;

Where else can she turn but to the moonlight in the sky;

And as her eyes dry, and the day arises she lays in wait;

What is it she waits for, or what is it that comes;

Her 20th birthday today and no one in wait;

For she lays wasted till' day, for no way out;

or is it until no doubt, that her friend finds route;

And saves her for another day.