It's a bright sunny day, about a quarter past three, your walking group is sorta split up, she's up ahead and they're far back. You can tell she's mad cause normally she stays back and walks with her friends, but she's very quiet. You sit and you watch her sleep, she's so beautiful when her mind is at ease; so full of love but it's hidden down so deep, and you, you of all people can't quite figure her out. I wonder if that's a main factor, in your want to be with her. But at night the complications escape her mind and she just lets loose, she dances the night away, you sit and you watch all night. She's just so sexy that you can't see anything but her, she has you blind except from the light that she shines. You see all the beauty in the world that nobody has the eyes to see. Even death has its own beauty and life.