As I stare into the abysm of my soul
I see a child with tears of gold
Holding her toy
Pleading and asking
To be seen, to be recognized
I see this kid
That I don't know how to comfort
Time have passed
Trees have grown
But the cried never stopped
Or the hole left in soul
Now surrounded of darkness
Trying to keep her little candle lit
She scrambles trough life
Fighting to exists
But her light is fading
And hope slowly dying
She is left of with the pieces
Of everything she had tried
Where is her destiny?
Where is her future?
The world around her is also being destroyed
And more...
She sees her, she sees it all
Even the golden tears
Lights out.
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