It is slowly creeping into her life
On her heart's darkness does it strive
It is breaking her from inside
Provoking her to commit suicide.
Her heart has become hell dark
And her eyes have lost their spark
She is a living corpse
Whose life is full of remorse.
She is an epitome of suffering
Of misery and no sharing
Her deep brown eyes are hollow
She has no path to follow.
She has lost the track of time
Her hopes have become sublime
All that she could think of now
Is the why of why and the how of how?
There is she, the sad spirit
Whose dark heart is loneliness' merit
Is there anybody there to free her
From that dark world of death and tear.
A smile is her disguise
She never lets suspicions rise
But inside her heart she wants to share
A smooth touch of love and care....
On her heart's darkness does it strive
It is breaking her from inside
Provoking her to commit suicide.
Her heart has become hell dark
And her eyes have lost their spark
She is a living corpse
Whose life is full of remorse.
She is an epitome of suffering
Of misery and no sharing
Her deep brown eyes are hollow
She has no path to follow.
She has lost the track of time
Her hopes have become sublime
All that she could think of now
Is the why of why and the how of how?
There is she, the sad spirit
Whose dark heart is loneliness' merit
Is there anybody there to free her
From that dark world of death and tear.
A smile is her disguise
She never lets suspicions rise
But inside her heart she wants to share
A smooth touch of love and care....