There was a girl,.
Who's tears flooded a warped floor,.
Of a tragic shack built by trauma,.
She erased herself as she stepped through it's door,.
Placed there by dead dreams and meaningless words,.
She plead on broken knees,.
Waiting for someone to hear her pleas,.
Because this house is not her home,.
Yet paralyzed by fear, she seeks not to roam,.

Yet she seeks peace,.
She seeks a release,.
She is stronger than she knows,.

Then along came a stubborn soldier,.
Together they erected a furnace,.
That stands on a promise,.
But when the fire gets bright,.
It seems to inspire a blight,.

He seeks her redemption,.
He seeks her to be free of attrition,.

Now is her time to fight,.
Now is her time to throw light,.

Onto this tainted house.,
And dry her beautiful tears.,.,.,.,.,.,