Maria Taylor

The music stopped
You watch the people walk away
Your eyes reflected light that shone down
from the stained glass windowpane
Now we could talk
But the words would come out wrong
And there is no black or white
But still, we just move on
And you're never gonna be the same
from this moment you'll rise
to a height only gained by a compromise
share the glimpse of a new beginning
And now you've changed
But just a small part of me believes this
And you will stay
But just a small part of me believes this
And for good luck,
we wear three keys to keep life prosperous
There's a looming shadow