Bent and nearly broken
Trying hard to stand
Not a word was spoken
She took me in her hands
O baby blue grey
Who could ever guess
What we'd make from pieces
Feeling truly blessed
You never know just what you'll find
What will be
True in time
I was just a caller number 9
But its been true in time
Pictures cannot tell
The beauty in her face
My sketches are in vain
Just paintings in a cave
O baby blue grey
Who could ever guess
What will be eternal
In the shape of a caress
We never know just what we'll find
What will be
True in time