Lyrics
She is the girl holding the wineglass
She stands in the centre of a crowd
Shares her thoughts with her wine
In a faraway place and time
She doesn't quite fit into the design
And yet she doesn't stand out
She wanders quietly on her interior mind-path
Where she's sheltered and undisturbed
Only sometimes does she decide
To carefully peek outside
The curtains of her mind
Half curious, half alert
She looks
Around her
She sees
Things that rarely catch
Others' eyes
But she collects
Them inside
This collection fills up her wide heart
A box like a secret treasury
Holding snippets of what she sees
She reassembles them piece by piece
Creating fabulous sceneries
Thus she models her destiny
Little sparks may mysteriously cross your life-path
As her world unexpectedly meets yours
Surely you can feel its grace
Though you'll never see her face
She vanishes without a trace
Like a fairy she smiles and withdraws
She looks
Around her
She sees
Things that rarely catch
Others' eyes
But she collects
Them inside
She is the girl holding the wineglass
She stands in the center of a crowd
As she slowly sips her wine
A new image forms in her mind
Unusual yet divine
Another charm for her to send out
Annika Elting
O/B/O DistroKid