Often she wondered
Why her life was full of blunders
if ever she conquered the world
would it still matter

They say she botched her very existence
she wept day and night
the dead woke and wept with her

this distant world
this can't be her fate
a belated happiness
a belated life

When desolation
sorrow
and tots of regrets
surrounds, and pierces through her soul!

When she almost gives in to the gallow
a sorrowful Weeping willow
who is a widow
Of silence
creeps in and offers salvation