Track 3: The children’s toy that was left forgotten. I hug the little girl that’s wide eyes illuminate the room. I can see her dreams dancing in her eyes as she smiles at me with a freedom that I could no longer understand. She runs and her long hair twirls in the wind collecting flowers and all things pure. She is free. She is full of dreams. She sprinkles fairy dust as she wonders into the world. She is curious and attracts magic as she moves. Come back to me. She tries to hold on but the sun has taken her into his arms. A sunny place for little ones to play and create. I try to reach out, I try to pull her back but she has drifted and I can feel her warmth disappearing. Don’t go I cry out as I step off the train and into a dell parking lot. This little girl was me.