On a warm night
She gathers sticks and sings
She sings of love and believes
She can make it all okay
And on a cold night
She gathers sticks still
Quiet and the silence
It muffles her sound
At night she gathers sticks
And all day
Dreams of bridges
Away from this night
Into a dream that was built on wishes
And grows by angels' kisses
And shields her from despair
But sticks don't build bridges
Unless the courage to cross is there