Lacy felt too cold
So she lay down with her patterns
Laying with her crayons on the floor
The playground by the window
Children with no names now
Lacy likes her circus a little more
The walls are calling my name
You see through a frightened gaze
The lion's mighty roar
The light's dim ready to show
The colors that all sings in Lacy's world
Let these crayons sing a song
Let these voices paint
Lacy's circus finally has begun
The walls are calling your name
The sounds and the fire ablaze
These walls echoes and portrays
Its cold but we'll die someday