Sometime between dusk and dawn In a col stop on the edge of town A glass angel walked in the door. Though we wore no crown, She greeted each of us like queen. And with grace sat down to read. She was the friendliest face I'd seen After a night cold and tired. I was determined to catch her eye. And so thus inspired, toward her table I walked Pulling out a book of my own. Through the morning we talked Leaving that cold stop behind Entering the brisk air. But I would come to find That this glass angel at my side Had cracks in those eyes. Those cracks never lied. They had no malice or hate. Strange tales did they hide. She told me of far-off states. Places I once called home, Miles and miles away. Her memory did roam, Stories with an unfamiliar tint Each came and went. Upwards she would squint, Saying, "The clouds are different here, I wish they would change." But the skies were clear And her mind was not. This much I could tell. What it is she forgot To this day I wonder. What did she meet along the way That tore her mind asunder?