Cinder on my dusty clothes Where I go, nobody knows I watch the fire melt away the snow And ivy climb these walls of stone Winter sleeps inside this home And freezes up my aching bones If I stay, I may never even know What it feels to run free, where the flowers grow And I, will wait outside For the sign of spring to show 'Cause I, believe in all The picture books that show me so ♪ Tell me fiction, is it warm? The love of a sunrise you have drawn? Colour me in with your broken chalk 'Cause one day these pictures will be torn I had hoped for something more A mansion alone is a house dirt poor My feet hurt to walk on this concrete floor And I dream to run free, where the flowers grow And I, will wait outside For the sign of spring to show 'Cause I, believe in all The picture books that show me so ♪ Blue sky, a sun, a puppy's paw A house with a window, or two, three, four I had hoped for something more Than a longing so deprived and sore