Annabelle Lyrics
written by Sabiné Heusler-Schick © 2011
When i was 13 I had a daydream,
lay on my bed and I stared at the ceiling
followed a whisper to a place,
a blanket of thorns soft under my feet, that went for miles and miles…
tree trunks like poles held canopy,
to keep in the cool and keep out the light
and all about rays pierced like knives, into the the green… and dirt
followed the whisper to a stream, shiny moss and a trickle
walking along over stumbling stones and a fog kept me under
then my eyes caught a pale white hand, catching water falling and to the arm a pale white cheek
and deepest red hair that embraced it, pale white shoulder, pale night dress… and dirt
and in a whisper clear and calm, from cherry lips all pert and round
she turned with eyes pale and worn…….
hope he doesn’t find you here…
