[Mrs. Cozier]



You were the dream that survived

Lost in the darkness of eternity

You were the hope kept alive

Embraced by tomorrows that we all could never quite see



You had a beauty denied

You were the moment



But here in this night

Where your dream carries on

Never quite there but it's never quite gone

You are the star that is wished upon

Forever



You were the one that believed

Long past when belief was a memory

The child time would never concede

Faith and tomorrow and all of the things that might be



You had a beauty denied

A glittering moment

But here in this night

Where your dream carries on

Never quite there but it's never quite gone

You are the star that is wished upon

Forever



[Then in a sudden, unexpected, visceral voice, she raged against all those citizens of apathy and willful ignorance who lived behind the sacrifices of others.]



We thought evil dead

Killed by our own sword

But evil is patient

'Til the future grows bored



Do you believe in night

Does it hold you close

When you're at your last card

Pray hard, Father, Son & Holy Ghost

Still the night rolls on

Brings you to your knees

When you look back that far

Each scar, suddenly just starts to bleed



The night it keeps burning

While twisting and turning

Its way to tomorrow

Its joys and its sorrows



Our secrets beneath her

We drive each stake deeper

Then offer to barter

But each deal is harder



The cloaks we keep changing

While gliding through weddings

Of nights to their morning

Of dreams to their dawning



While reaching for moments

The world has forbidden

The kindness inside them

So carefully hidden



The pages keep turning

But no-one is learning

They feed them to pyres

To stoke up their fires



Of ignorance, apathy

Forbidding charity

The flames they grow higher

Could such be desired



And christ and Confucius

Are all their words useless

We quote them in fractions

But not in our actions



Aurelius, and Hugo

Auden and Gibran

The words they have written

Seem so quickly gone



For somewhere there's dirt

That was once reddish mud

From soaking up liquid

That was a man's blood



But both earth and god

They have deemed to forgive

So each year in the spring

New flowers do live



And of all the authors

Your favorite was Wilde

With each timeless story

All penned with such style



Of fairytale kingdoms

Where ogres save children

And no gardens have walls

So all children might use them



And since that's the ending

You valued the most

You cling to that card



Father, Son & Holy Ghost



Father, Son & Holy Ghost



Father, Son & Holy Ghost



Father, Son & Holy Ghost



Father, Son & Holy...



But here in this night

Where your dream carries on

Never quite there but it's never quite gone

You are the star that is wished upon



Forever