The orange orb rises from its slumber

My eyes are still shut tight

The loud noise rings on a particular number

I awake with great delight

She is sitting on my shelf

A woman frozen in time

I could not hellp myself 

for she looked like a dime

But she is gone

for where she is there is no darkness

and I am here to coninue on

to feel heartless

If only I had a few

Oh how old she were

For everything I do

I do for her