laura's aura

twilight turns to evening

evening turns to morning

laura doesn't heed them

doesn't hear their warning

laura

never will she marry

born to wander till she dies

life for her is just a misty blur

she needs no home

her shelter is the sky

echoes from her bedroom

is she laughing

is she crying

none will know the answer

on her cheeks the tears are drying

laura

she's a thing of beauty

beauty loves her most of all

some fine day when she is old and gray

she'll rest in peace behind her garden walls

laura.