Blind Mag:
Shilo? Is your name, Shilo?
Can I talk to you?
Can you come down, please?
So we can speak
I saw you at the show
I thought I'd seen a ghost
Your resemblence is striking
You have your mothers eyes, her hair
I was told you died with her
All these years have come and gone
How do I put this?
I'm your (I'm your)
Godmom
Shilo:
State your business
BM:
Business?
Shilo:
What do you want?
BM:
I want (I want) to finally meet you
Something real to cling to. Leave you
With the hope that you will go to
All your meant to, All I failed too!
In you is a world of promise
We have both been kept in bondage
But you can learn from all my failures
Shilo:
I'm not supposed to talk to strangers
BM:
Or let them through the gate?
Shilo:
That either
Shilo:
A big risk!
BM:
A big fence!
Shilo:
A mistake!
BM:
A new friend!
Blind Mag/ Marni?:
Chase the morning!
Yield for nothing!
Chase the morning!
Yield for nothing!
Shilo:
How'd you do that?
BM: Do what?
Shilo:
That! That eye thing
Bm:
These eyes can do more than see
Shilo:
I know, I mean, I've seen you sing
BM:
Where?
Shilo:
Through my window. I can see the world from there. Name the stars and constellations. Count the cars and watch the seasons
BM:
I wish we could've watched together
Shilo:
I can't have guests!
BM:
Never?
Shilo:
Ever! If Dad found out that I'd been let out, or that you'd been let in
BM:
I should go then, before I do promise me you won't
Shilo:
Better that you don't
BM:
Don't forget a sheltered rose needs a little room to bloom outside her bedroom
BM/ Marni?:
Chase the morning!
Yield for nothing!
Chase the morning!
Yield for nothing!
BM:
Let your life be your dream
Integrity, honesty, its too late for me
Don't look back till your free to chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Yield for nothing!