Here I am
My skin is saddening
She holds the barrier with life
She holds out against the world

She has taken the battering of time
Frail as a leaflet in a decaying newspaper
She yearns for the soft embrace

For time to heal
Time to forget all left wounds
She was once diminished by strong crimson lines

But now there are three
Three crimson line born anew
Crimson lines to match the soft pale blue