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!