The light from below
shines up above,
seeking the savior
she once was.

Reaching for love,
hope, and safety
while under the gloom
of danger and lies.

No one will come
she thinks with lost hope
when the dark goes away
and light softens day.

Her heart,
once so kind,
now hides in a cage
made of thorns and regret.
No promises made to be kept.

Lost from her slef
by the ****** and theft,
she begs to be strong
like that which she was.

Weak in her posture,
strong in her faith,
she cries out with anguish
at those who have left.

Though no one is waiting,
and no one alive,
she leans forward to kis them
a loving goodbye.

Rsing in glory,
her sadness her strength,
she leaps forward in heaven
and angel's grace.

Looking in love
toward the battlefield below
she descend and forgives
for all the hate and deceit
while crying in sorrow
for all the lsot ones.

Then with her anger
that was towards the man
that had caused it all.

So with her sword of hatred,
and her dagger of lead,
she dove down on him
slitting his half.

For that she has fallen
and become a lost soul
for her fury had caused her
to break her own heart.

Take me away
to another time,
another place

Where no one died
and angels sing.
Where there is laughter
and fresh spring days.

Take me away
to another world,
another space

Where people learn
and dance with joy.
Where there is music,
and fairy tails come true.

Take me away
so I may play,
To make music ring
and people free.

All she wants to do is cry,
then painlessly die,
and wither away.
Fade into the fullness
of the backs of people's minds,
disappearing from their hearts.
Half a mind to stab herself,
half a mind to live.
Never truly sure.
Always fighting,
forever hating,
not knowing how to love,
or trust beyond a doorway.
Wishing just for silence,
but finding those moments fleeting.
Disliking herself,
and therefore loathing others.
Never really wanting,
never truly...
needing.
She has all she could ever want,
but feels it is to much.
Never having money,
never having hope.
She is indeed poor,
with a dagger through her heart.

Why do people die,
when they have something to live for?
And why do people live,
when they have something to die for?

A woman dies whe she has
children to live for,
And a daughter lives when she has
her brother to die for.

The woman dies of illness,
while her children wander homeless.
The daughter lives in sorrow,
because she could not save her brother's life.

The woman lived in poverty,
so she had no money for doctor or medicine.
The daughter loved her brother,
but it was not quite enough.

Both outcomes are sad.
The children live homeless.
The daughter is depressed

In the end, they die.