When she was young her dreams were bright,
but time has slowly dimmed their light,

her final thought was cold and dark,
she saw no light, she felt no spark,

yet drifting into death's long rest,
she felt a warmth within her chest,

she dreamt of light, of happiness,
a glimpse of hope, an angel's kiss,

a dream she'd long thought lost to her,
a dream forgotten in life's blur,

she lies awake now, dazed but calm,
no sense of hate, no thoughts of harm,

a second shot, a fresh new start,
another chance to share her heart,

she leaves the ward, a world to see,
at last to meet her destiny.