See that lonley soul?
teetering on the delicate thread
of happiness
pushed softly, like a swans' kiss,
into soft dispair
harder, sent spiral'ng into pain.
Who will save her from this?
This is the injustice of life.

See that box that follows?
filled with joy and pain
from those still here and yet still gone
a heartfelt note from ones' loves past
a music note noting her suff'ring
the broken peices unable to mend
and the bloody shaft sent to
break her broken heart.
from loves loved and gone
to friends never to be seen again
Who will save her from this?
This is the unending pain of life.

And though she cries herself to sleep
she has the love of herself
of her mind, her body, and
the tortured soul within
the love of her friends still here,
she knows they will leave her
hurt her, though she cannot feel the pain
the pain that eminates from her tough
posioning her surroundings
she doesnt mean to
but she cannot stop
Who will save her from this?
This internal struggle of life.

As she waits for death
she has hope
knowing her true love, the one
she is waiting for,
will come and save her from herself
she counts the days
as she totters on her golden thread
untill it snaps beneath her, or
she finds her prince, the one to
drag her from the pool of pain
she will find him, and soon
for she fears she cannot float
above the pain, painting happy faces
where none should be, any longer.
Who will save her from this?
This that she could save herself