Her eyes show the lightnings flash
Her scars endless on her naked thigh
She calls out to the heavens
If they hear her cries
Within a flash
Thunders midnight roar
Echoes with a reply
But jumbled into tears of the falling rain
Not easily understood
So she replies with the exhaling whispers
Of her last breathes
As she tumbles down forty stories
Of concrete, steel, and glass
"I'm sorry"