THE CHILD WILL MEND. I choke on my tears, I ask if there's an end...to feel the shame of that little girl again. She went back to a time, where an ugly duckling was, where she became hypnotized by the potion of a poisoned dove...She walked for miles down a rusted path, looking for a healer to come release her...She walked for miles on busted glass picking up the pieces everywhere. What's it take to see past the illusion...When a shadow's so dark it blurs your vision...When you find the last link of the chain within, break the spell and the child will mend. Angels dancing round and round my bed... speaking to me through visions in my head. And they keep saying, they keep saying, look within...What's it take to see past the illusion, when a shadow's so dark, it blurs your vision...When you find the last link of the chain within, break the spell and the child will mend.

Written by Deborah Gee/Deborah Gee Music Publishing (BMI); Vocal: Deborah Gee; Recorded by Daniel O'Brien at Farmdale House, Valley Village, CA.