Within the murky depths of a haunted mind,
taunted by the hands of Time,
denied the gifts of a life sublime.
She feels she is alone.
A tortured soul - she's gripped with fear;
abhorrent memories take her there.
The ghosts of generations to her dreams adhere.
She wants to be alone.
Obsessed by thought she takes to pen.
Her incessant ramblings begin again;
exonerate her mind, yet her heart stays grim.
Must she be alone?
Soul for sale, she pleads on high.
A tender glance from a passerby
could change her plight…dry her eye.
But yet she is alone.
Beneath her mask of what should be,
her struggle remains to be set free
from the shackles and chains of her reality.
She cries from being alone.
"Now we lay her down to sleep,
her earthen tomb so damp, so deep..."
Awake from this nightmare!...her heart weeps
She feels so all alone.
