The windows on my ceiling They come out when the sun goes down Reflections of the moonlight shining Reflections of a simpler town I turned to you to read my poems I looked up to you to wave your wand Over my head, little princess You direct my rhyme You shut me up, you shut me out I'm a fighter, I will stay The path to what I know is love Is not the brightest alleyway I turned to you to read my poems I looked up to you to wave your wand Over my head, little princess You direct my rhyme You direct my rhyme You direct my rhyme You took some wrong turns Wearing heart burn Like a shield, without your mother The shelter from Toronto's winters Had to come from a total stranger I turned to you to read my poems I looked up to you to wave your wand Over my head, little princess You direct my rhyme You direct my rhyme You direct my rhyme You direct my rhyme