Ideas swirl around my head
Each one could be a hit
Each one could be a flop
But trying to write it
Proves difficult

I sit
I write
I scratch
I rewrite

Slowly I take a part of my soul
And the melody shows itself

The song now complete.

Time, a wary thing
Full of potential
Full of disappointment
Each second passes
Changes fate as it does

Would lives be different
if I went left, instead of right?

Broken wings
Golden wings that aren't hers
Time has been cruel
As seen by the scars on her body
The time in the Darkness
Rebirthed her in ways
But left memories that will never fade away

Love has been cruel
The demons playing tricks on her
The men demanding favors
Each taking a part of her away
or killing it slowly

"Will love ever come."
She asks everyday
"Or am I destined to live alone once again?"