She Cries
Autumnal
She cries on her lonely chamber
Over her unmade bed
She cries while the music sounds
Listening the weight of the past
Their pictures, their smiles, his arms
Responsability, the burden, her fight
But her God does not help
And her tears do not dry
She cries over a rotten book
Someday someone forgot
She cries when she cooks
There is only one for lunch
And she danced while she could
Before her legs got broken
Hope sleepy now, in her pocket
While she walks over the clouds
Of what is nothing now
She watches across her window
Of her lonely chamber
And the Sun lights her tear
How could I make her smile?
But she still cries and my hands are tied
There is a broken dream that I am not in
Disillusion of awakening
And she cries on her lonely chamber
Over her unmade bed
She cried while the music sounded
Listening the weight of her own past
What's her God?
Cries her Hell?
To help her misery
Let me kill your sanctity with hell