It whistled as it ran
Its footsteps sank into wet ground
Wet with the blood of her tears
That fell without a sound
It ruffled the grass
And the blades danced along
Swaying to the beat of the drums
And only she can hear the song
A black umbrella, she carried
But it tried to lift away
She fought to keep it in her hands
But like her dignity, it escaped
She saw them clawing up
Their festered hands polluted the soil
But she could do nothing about it
Because no one else ever sees her turmoil
Her footsteps crushed their bones
But they had persistent hues
Hues, but not souls
And a new soul, she grew
She had too much compassion
And now has her own personal ghost
Tracing her every step
Encouraging to leave her post
He made her weak
But it was her mistake
She dug up his heart again
And make the vault of souls quake
Never again, she said
And let his heart go free
But it remained still in her hand
And she ceased to breathe