And as they trickle down her cheek
Tears but not only so; she weeps
Away to the unknown depths to stay
They take a part of her away

And as swift as they are but also meek
In all her despair and soundless screams
They have in them precisely what she needs
But they keep on taking a part of her astray

And as bits of her start to slip away
She changes shape and now her breath she feels
But she gazes into the mirror to gasp for what she sees-
Is not at all who she used to be

And as those drops from her took away
All what she used to say
Her ways, her sights and all her heed
Are not at all what they used to be

And as they had trickled down her soul
They took away her essence and her role;
In this world, her view is not what she used to see
For those beads had into infinity seeped;
She is not at all who she used to be
~rw