Tears stream down her face,
It's cold, damp, dark outside.
Waiting silently for the pain to ease,
the judgment to end, the condemnation to stop,
the love to begin, the gentle comfort offered and found only in the one from which she was birthed.
Pain, pain, tears, CRY!
Alone! Alone! Dark, DIE!
She pushes the thoughts and they push her back,
She pushes the thoughts and they push her back....
A fight, a flight, a boat or train,
any means of transport to take her away from this plane.
To death she went with open arms hoping for acceptance just this once,
but like a 'man' he refused her love, wanting it only when she was unwilling,
the thrill, the chase, the conquer was lost and so she sulked and screamed and coughed,
making wishes along with hisses of 'I need you not'
She begged for strength, she pleaded for peace,
a light so bright she hoped to see,
eyes closed then opened but still black was all she could see,
Pain, pain, tears, CRY!
Alone! Alone! Dark, DIE!
Peace be still and then it was,
the angel appeared, filled with love
a warm embrace that saved a life,
a life on the edge of fragility...
