It Becomes Her

I know this girl, her name is Maria
She really wears the most beautiful smile
Could it be that glitter in her eyes?
I can't say, but it becomes her

A friend of mine for quite a few years now
Maria's messages keep coming in
Asking How's your family, your life?
So concerned, but it becomes her

Sharp against those heavy skies
Barbwire in a black and white shot
Like an image of perpetual pain
That ties me down knot by knot

Hard against my naked skin
Barbwire on an infinite fence
On the days when all my tears run dry
I focus through a frozen lens

You keep me warm for a little while
You keep my flowers fresh with water
You keep my eyes on a bird in flight
Oh music, can I keep you forever?

Some days are good, she tells me, Maria
A job to do, perhaps meeting a friend
Dares to post an Instagram smile
Almost true, but it becomes her

Relieve my pain! Maria keeps praying
-Where's hope and harmony, where's my relief?
Thinks out loud -Could anyone compose me a song?
One that becomes me

Fast around, in total craze
Tumble driers make an insane sound
Twisting, turning every part of my brain
I ride a nightmare merry-go-round

Strong around my whirlwind soul
Tumble driers form a cage of distress
I'm confined in a dispassionate void
A vacuum world of soundlessness

You keep me warm for a little while
You keep my flowers fresh with water
You keep my eyes on a bird in flight
Oh music, can I keep you forever?

You keep me safe for a minute more
You keep my sun from setting too soon
You keep my world in a melody
Oh music, can I keep you forever?

I know this girl, her name is Maria