Her thoughts are scattered throughout her mind Like sunlight through Venetian blinds Pull 'em down just in time so the neighbors won't know Long ago she was swept off her feet Now the broom that kept that house so neat Is pushed across an apartment suite on the second floor And not all angels were meant to fly Faith ain't always what it seems And, Lord, you know she'd sell her very soul Just to save the family For 36 years she did her best To teach her children self respect Despite his temper and neglect, and occasional abuse Now the remnants of the family that Once posed together for a photograph Talk behind each other's back and disregard the truth Now late at night a baby weeps On the other side of town a man can't sleep Maybe they both had bad dreams at the same time The baby winds up in a rocking chair Safe and sound since Grandma's there The man is left alone to stare and they both realize