I know you’ve waited long enough
Yet those scars remain inked.
That child inside has acted tough
I suppose, she’s still unhinged.

Unhinged from the reality
Which she tries to escape.
Unhinged from thyself
Which lies dead beneath drapes.

Drapes darker than her mind,
A beautiful soul intertwined,
Intertwined to her corpse and mind,
“I know you’re there my friend”, I cried.

Cries of hope and cries of help
Cries which echoes in the gardens of mess.

Look in the mirror
And seek inside
There stands a reflection of hope
Sadly a weapon undermined

Cries of humanity cries of need
Cries attended by hope in deed

Hold your heart and let it beat.
You will fall but rise like a beast.
More than light and much more than dark,
I promise you my dear,
You’re a hurricane with lightening and spark.