The light from below
shines up above,
seeking the savior
she once was.
Reaching for love,
hope, and safety
while under the gloom
of danger and lies.
No one will come
she thinks with lost hope
when the dark goes away
and light softens day.
Her heart,
once so kind,
now hides in a cage
made of thorns and regret.
No promises made to be kept.
Lost from her slef
by the ****** and theft,
she begs to be strong
like that which she was.
Weak in her posture,
strong in her faith,
she cries out with anguish
at those who have left.
Though no one is waiting,
and no one alive,
she leans forward to kis them
a loving goodbye.
Rsing in glory,
her sadness her strength,
she leaps forward in heaven
and angel's grace.
Looking in love
toward the battlefield below
she descend and forgives
for all the hate and deceit
while crying in sorrow
for all the lsot ones.
Then with her anger
that was towards the man
that had caused it all.
So with her sword of hatred,
and her dagger of lead,
she dove down on him
slitting his half.
For that she has fallen
and become a lost soul
for her fury had caused her
to break her own heart.
