All to find nothing, nothing at all
All that had been, all that were, had been turned to dust.
Crying she tried to grip with her numb hands
Only to feel how the wind stole the last grain of hope.
She ran through the light and through the night
Without seeing, without seeing the beauty.
The beauty that once were, were hidden from her
As she grew blind for every dark sin she made
And the tears became her only blessing of her life.
She felt the cold striking her and felt the warmth blaming her
As she crawled up, crawled up from the pit
The sunshine dazzle her while the cold chilled her.
The tears slowly dried as she kept crawling
And the stream of life poured into her soul
So she realized that she still had a chance...
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