Anna
Face through the glass, mirror of my past
People see her vigil there, sighing as they say
"It's Anna," then just walk away
"It's Anna," then just walk away
She watches the wind, the past her only friend
The dimming of once flashing eyes tells her it's getting late
And no one knows why Anna sits and waits
No one knows why Anna sits and waits
Anna lovely Anna, the secret's yours to keep
No one hears you calling, no one sees you weep
Anna lonely Anna, the feeling that you hide
Who will find the person you've locked behind your eyes
The mind is a cell, and some know too well
If life is for the living then wherein lies your key
Don't they know that you are really me
They don't know that you are really me
Anna
lovely Anna, the secret's yours to keep
No one hears you calling, no one sees you weep
Anna lonely Anna, the feeling that you hide
Who will find the person you've locked beyond your eyes
Words and music copyright ©1981 Betty
Elders/ Whistling
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