She stands at the same spot by the lake every night,
Wondering why nothing goes right.
Even the trees sigh with her,
Every war with inner self makes her feel like a loser.
The moon's smile is the only thing assures her to survive with all might.
It's not just her, even the plethora of stars look lonely tonight.
There she is walking alone; street lights making her glow like melting gold,
But only she know how her heart is just sheer stone cold.
