Her gentleness disappears underneath .... a choir of grief, she is ugly again and knows she must leave for hope of relief. and she calls to the tallest trees ancient sentiments wash through these leaves come home, come home to me cos i miss you my love, I miss myself too, the woman I became when I was around you , beautiful and safe for moments of steel, impeccable love no money could steal and she calls..... mm memory with rooms full of pearls, refractions of potential perfect world where love roams free and unabashed where none are afraid and sight wasn't dashed and she calls