As she sat there in a room full of people

With a heart as empty as a bird's nest in December,

Silently fighting a battle in her mind as the voices echo
Her eyes glisten like the reflection of the moonlight on rippling water-

With each ripple flowing perpetually as it carries the distresses along, with the rising sun

Sometimes,
All you need is to listen to the sound of the waves rolling in upon the soft sands
With the gentle breeze caressing your face
As you find yourself facing a radiant blue sea
While you drift away to distant shores