Tell me what you think... Poor Spirit Walks down a dusty road, with her hair tied in knots. Wind blows it's unforgiveness into her staind eyes. She's all alone, with no one to love, all alone with no one who cares. She's experienced death before anyone. *The poor spirit died all alone. Died with no one beside her. Listening to her piano, to her heart. The poor spirit died.* Dust in her face and passes right on through. Unphased by it all, she just wants salvation, the light at the end. People walk on through and walk on by, but she doesn't care. She just wants home. *The poor spirit died all alone. Died with no one beside her. Listening to her piano, to her heart. The poor spirit died.* Died without a home, without a cause. No one found her, or knew she passed on. All alone, no home, no funeral, no tears but her own. Can she find salvation, find her dreams, long ago dreamt? Broken, shaken, scream, the poor spirit screamed, poor spirit cried, poor spirit faded, poor spirit lost, poor spirit died...