She sings but there are no words

She moves but does not reach

She cries but there are no tears

There are people but she is alone

There is much undone but she does it alone

There is much that she didn't see

There are cracks and broken glass

Dirty linen and muddy tracks

... no castles only sand.

Sometimes she feels weak

Sometimes she is amused

But most times she is alone

But there is still a smile that lingers deep 'cause one stage leads to another

and it has to be better!