She knew it was coming,
The sun was sinking in the west
Probably her last, it better be the best
From somewhere in that room, The Beatles play,
As the June light turns to moonlight I’ll be on my way
She heard them ringing,
In a Church the sound of prayer bells
How she longed to be there, but her heart tells
It was forbidden, why, she would never understand
She only did what many did to her, but they were not banned
She was now playing,
In her mind, the flashback of her life
Which was nothing but a never ending bitter strife
Between right and wrong, pain and pleasure, good and bad
And a wish for the moment, to live the dream that she had always had
She began singing
The songs about friends and false lovers
Who saved their love for under her blanket covers
And, would leave the following morning with a tip or two
Only to be replaced by another, just the same, yet how time flew
She was disappearing
In the darkness around her bed
She closed her eyes, the day is dead
In a corner of the room, The Beatles still play
As the June light turns to moonlight, I’ll be on my way
words from within 