|She kneels on the low mattress, and watches through the glass|
The world moves along below her, she watches as they pass
They never look up to see her there, watching from her room
The sunlight slips below the roofs, and shadows cast their gloom
She never leaves this little world, she never goes outside.
She stays within the four walled space, across the floor she glides
From day break when the beams peek in, until the dark of night
She plays with shadows, illumination, her only friend is light
Every day without a dress, not a single thread she wears
No makeup worn, no shoes tried on, no ribbon in her hair
The door will open when he comes home and wants to play
The nights are his, and so is she, but she is free throughout the day.