Anna

She gets there, early to stand in the front, glitter socks pulled up to
her knees
Music plays, closes her eyes in a dream, sways in time it makes her
smile
Anna, we heard that you had cried, sorry dear we know we’ve been
unkind
Anna, it hurts when you’re not here, come back around we’ll play
your favorite song.
She’s at home; tired of working so late, all alone she plays her song
Music plays, thinks of the words that they said, how they laughed she
won’t go back
Anna, we heard that you had cried, sorry dear we know we’ve been
unkind
Anna, it hurts us when you’re not here, come back around we’ll play
your favorite song