The Attic

Silently she moves, her dress sweeping the stairs.
One stroke of light through a secret window.
Everyone has forgotten there was a time,
someone lived here and so
The wind, it sighs and the night falls.

She will remain when everyone goes.
She will reveal what she could not show
She will stop aging and she will not grow.

When she enters the room the old memories go fly
They break in two-million pieces and disolve in the sky
Everyone has forgotten there was a time,
someone lived here and so
The wind, it sighs and the night falls.