AnnabelLook there’s a girl, can you see her?
She sits in a cold room writing
Only light she’s got is from a candle
Burning fire is restless and floating
The dying light shines from her tears
Creating huge shadows around
She can feel how the darkness slowly grows
So she cries but don’t dare to make a sound
Annabel, this is your wake up call!
Dreams are made for sharing
the will keeps you inhaling
Annabel, hear your final wake up call!
Now it’s time to be standing tall!
Quietly she closes her book
Tries hard to remember when
The book she loved had come near to an end
And how the ink had run dry from her pen
Book’s like a naked picture of the girl
Showing the way she really is
To hide herself she buries the book into the darkness
And With it her every thought and wish
Annabel, this is your wake up call!
Dreams are made for sharing
the will keeps you inhaling
Annabel, hear your final wake up call!
Now it’s time to be standing tall!
