To be perfect in his eyes
along the way she stumbles,
she falls.
And as she sleeps alone at night,
all of her dreams
shall come to light.
Much mirth and warmth,
an faultless love.
Mornin' sun awakens
her slumber.
Upon her pillow,
her head lay heavy.
A solitary tear escapes.
Hombre susurrante...she knows,
all but a dream.
