Blind Mag:
Shilo? Is your name, Shilo?
Can I talk to you?
Can [bad word] down, please?
So we can speak.

I saw you at the show,
I thought I'd seen a ghost,
Your resemblence is striking,

You have your mothers eyes, her hair
I was told you died with her.
All these years [bad word] and gone
How do I put this?
I'm your (I'm your)
Godmom.

Shilo:
State your business.

BM:
Business?

Shilo:
What do you want?

BM:
I want (I want) to finally meet you,
something real to cling to. Leave you,
With the hope that you will go to,
All your meant to, All I failed too!

In you is a world of promise
We have both been kept in bondage
But you can learn from all my failures

Shilo:
I'm not supposed to talk to strangers

BM:
Or let them through the gate?

Shilo:
That either.

Shilo:
big risk!

BM:
big fence!

Shilo:
mistake!

BM:
new friend!

Blind Mag/ Marni?:
Chase the morning!
Yield for nothing!
Chase the morning!
Yield for nothing!

Shilo:
How'd you do that?

BM: Do what?

Shilo:
That! That eye thing.

Bm:
These eyes can do more than see.

Shilo:
I know, I mean, I've seen you sing.

BM:
Where?

Shilo:
Through my window. I can see the world from there. Name the stars and constellations. Count the cars and watch the seasons.

BM:
I wish we could've watched together.

Shilo:
I can't have guests!

BM:
Never?

Shilo:
Ever! If Dad found out that I'd been let out, or that you'd been let in.

BM:
I should go then, before I do promise me you won't.

Shilo:
Better that you don't.

BM:
Don't forget a sheltered rose needs a little room to bloom outside her bedroom.

BM/ Marni?:
Chase the morning!
Yield for nothing!
Chase the morning!
Yield for nothing!

BM:
Let your life be your dream,
Integrity, honesty, its too late for me.
Don't look back till your free to chase the morning.

Yield for nothing
Chase the morning.
Yield for nothing.
Yield for nothing!