A room so dark
No feeling of life
Yet quietly lingers
A form quite frail
Her face dark and empty
Quite like the contained four walls

Wasn't this, her state always
Once hope, light, much more
Now all that's left is a broken soul,
A lamp once lit, blown down by harsh winds

It wasn't her friends
It wasn't her lover
Just another girl
A little bit of a dreamer
Dreams can be deceiving
Or maybe it's the ones helping
Whatever may it be
None of it concerns now

She was gentle, she was kind
The worst happen to the best
A lamp once lit now blown away
Never again light up the same way.