She was lost in so many different ways, in the darkness with no guide. Life is a maze and love is a riddle, she doesn’t know where to go.
She has been alone when surrounded by friends. She thought “how could the silence be so loud?” Her bitter heart keeps getting more fragile each day.
The final blow hit so low, which made her still on the ground. She couldn’t have prepared for the fall, shattered in pieces, curled on the floor. She thought again, that limitless omnipresent kind of love couldn’t have guessed it would just stop and disappear in the whirlwind.
And there she was, walking on a narrow robe, wobbling, but won’t let go, waiting for a glimpse of the sun’s glow. Again she tried to make things right, she was on the edge, trying to survive as the angels cried.
She remembered she used to touch the sky, she knew she could stand back up, just needed to be pulled up, she was willing to live and die for what she thought belong to her.
She’s just a soul lost in the moment, scared yet doesn’t show it. She can’t figure it out and it’s bringing her down. She knows it’s time to let it go. She felt the angels cried as she said good bye….