She stole the day they left her all of it  She saw the way they took her womb  Without a heart she might get used to it  She comes this way only about once a day  But in that time she moulds your soul like clay  What do you do when you want to get away  She likes to crawl  It don't mean a thing  After all it's only now and then  Should I pick her up to watch her fall again  Might as well get used to it  She wonders why she has no garden now  But how do you weed when only weeds are found  Without a head she might forget it all  Say goodbye to all that was beautiful