Magenta by Ileana Burdine

She clutches treasures tight in her hand
Holds onto a peace that she can't understand
They help her paint on a happy smile
She escapes her life just for awhile

And they take her away
To any place
So she won't have to see what she won't want to be
They take her away

She hides or tries to disappear
White ghosts with eyes have nothing to fear

And they take her away
To any place
So she won't have to see what she won't want to be
They take her away
How far she go

She pictures the sky and the stars and the sun
With every stroke she wants to be one

Take her away to any place
So she won't have to see what she won't want to be
They take her away
How far she go