The Angel on the Other Side (Imagine)

She drank from the fountain of life,
and no one even knows,
she danced in the darkest of nights,
when the music flows.

She sings aloud when she's alone,
then she cries herself to sleep,
for she has so many ambitions,
and her feelings are so deep.

Her eyes are filled with sadness,
yet you would never know,
we only see the outside,
we can't hear the music's flow.

I can't see her big brown eyes,
or her flowing black-ish hair,
but every single day I wish,
that I was right there.

Her words I rarely get to hear,
her dark side I don’t see,
for my imagination is,
what she seems to be.