LYRIC FOR SALE

By William Peachey

She sits by her window watching the time go
she looks out and dreams of what her life means
An orphan in Hollywood her name was Normajean.

A big white piano melodies in times gone
played out the notes that made up her song
A gift from her mother a place to belong.

She missed a lover the touch of another
somebody to hold and warm up the cold
alone in the world she was a lonely girl.

She said goodbye with a tear in her eye
and she went to the place where angels can fly
she spread her wings and took to the sky.