As I was walking through a park; a girl was playing on her guitar

She sang so low you couldn’t hear her

So I just sat down in the grass; and when she noticed that I was there

She said no one usually ever listens

 

   Desireign is my name, and all my songs they sound the same

   All I want is to be a writer, but I can’t get past a pain

   Cause I was born the only daughter of a heartbreak back in Maine

   Where I was never really wanted, Always felt I was to blame

 

Now I’m out here on my own, the road and music are all I know

I thought I knew where I was going

I try to write to make some sense, but pain’s my only provenance

I sometimes wonder what it is I’m doing

 

   Desireign is my name, all my songs still sound the same

   I’d like to write with words of hope, but I can’t get past the pain

   Maybe someday I’ll be that writer, maybe somewhere I’ll find a             place

   But until I have the answer, I’ll continue on my way

                                          

I wasn’t sure just what to say, you’ve got to see things a different way

Write the reverse of what you’re thinking

Sing about what you’d like to be, not how you feel but what you see

I know the words are there inside you

 

               (Later in the Story)

 

It’s been a year since the time we met, that lonely girl I can’t forget

And sometimes still I sit and I wonder

Then on a page I saw her face, about a song called “Saving Days”

With these few lines about the writer

 

 

   Desireign is my name, and all my dreams came true today

   I always wanted to be a writer, then the words they finally came

   I’d like to thank a boy I met in a park one lonely day           

   There he taught me how to see, though I don’t recall his name

 

    Desireign is my name, and all my dreams came true today

    I always wanted to be a writer, then the words they finally came

    I’d like to thank the boy I met in a park one lonely day       

    There he taught me how to see, though I can’t recall his name