SHE IS ALIVE!

She wore the stars on her hand and she

wore the sky on her sleeves and she wore

The wind in her hair while the evening breeze

wound 'round her hand like a emblem of love

and she walked and she walked and she walked

She's alive, she's alive, she's alive

she wore her dreams broken, she wore her dreams whole

love-bites of her life on her skin and her soul

and she stood in the haze of the dimming days

but she's alive, she's alive, she's alive

you can find her and tell her that she is a dream

the most beautiful silence that you've ever seen

and your roses will wilt and your roses will bloom

and she'll live all the days in between

because she's alive, she's alive, she's alive

And you can write her down so she is read again and again

because i will tell you how she wore her pain:

she wore the stars on her hand and she

wore the sky on her sleeves and she wore

the wind in her hair while the evening breeze

wound 'round her hand like a emblem of love

and she walked and she walked and she walked

she's alive, she's alive, she's alive