Marcia Miller-Twiford - The Fable Weaver lyrics

Conjuring up sights to fill the mind days of long ago or those to come eradications of now at any price and she spins her fables for the world never letting anyone close enough to see the pain so well hidden underneath the banners of words. Into the dark hours she writes locking out the possibility of dreams for in them rests her truth and endlessly the restless nights repeat until the light of morning again rescues and she cleanses away the night then dons her daytime costume of the carefree.