• Hidden expressions, lost with traces of doubt,
    Curiosity hits her mind.
    Lingering the floor, she glances about,
    Not knowing what she's trying to find.

    The lights glitter blinding her way through the crowd,
    Yet no one really notices.
    And she continues searching for something that is already found,
    As she steps on millions of roses.

    The thorns they may ache, but her knees still shake,
    Standing among the dead petals.
    As she waits patiently for her heart to awake,
    And her nerves finally settles.

    Waiting for the face to come out of the darkness,
    And meet her at the center of the room.
    As strangers stare when they notice her fondness,
    This poor girl's naive, they assume.

    The songs quickly ending, her strength starts to cave in,
    How can an organ continue working if it's shattered?
    She takes a final breath, and the disappointment begins,
    Wondering if it all really mattered.

    Yet she still glistens like a princess, not all is lost,
    Perhaps there is another lurking in the distance.
    Ready to give her the proper dance at whatever cost,
    But not so much as to ask this instance.

    And as she leaves the room, without looking behind,
    Within the hundreds of mannequin poses,
    She seems to be the only one whose heart she cannot find,
    As she steps on millions of roses.