She sits on the floor by herself,
Wiping the tears from her cheek,
A glow of despair on her face,
Wishing for ambition; but still,
Feeling so weak.
Every move that she makes,
Begs and pleads to anyone who can see,
To turn this confusion she wears,
To something that helps her;
in the end.
And a hope to break free.
And I'm looking for that light,
I know that she has it in her eyes,
And I'm pining for her smile,
To lift this weight off of me
She goes with the thoughts in her head,
The used blade lies on her blood-stained dress,
Screaming to find her own way
It all changes when the whites in her eyes;
Darkens her many pathways.
She sits on the floor by herself,
Turning the pain and the grief,
To hope made of drawings and lyrics,
To finding her future, and helping her peace.
