She laughs quietly with the ghost of her own reflection,

Clare walks through the park, waiting for her lover,

She cries quietly in the dark, longing for another.

A little soft smile and then she's gone,

A little lost child, and then there's no-one,

To hold her hand, hold her close,

That young man she loved the most , has lost her now.

Clare waltzes out of time barefoot round the room,

She sings quietly to herself, some familiar tune.

Clare dances through the rain, smiling through her fear,

She whispers out his name, hoping he might hear.

She wished that it was her they all adored,

The missing piece a blur, a long lost chord,

Clare flies through the world of her make believe.

She talks quietly to the shadow of her memory.