She looks up at the sky,
just wondering why,
another moment passes by,
but no one can hear her cry.
Her reflection shows no emotion,
As if she was a creation,
which can never make an action,
that won't lead to destruction.
A gust of wind blew pass her,
like a small reminder,
for her to remember,
that she will be alone forever.
Could it be?
That she will never see, what it means to be happy,
or what it is like to be free.
Tears stream down her face,
She knew it could never be replaced,
that’s why she never waste,
her time with another pointless race.
Say all that you may,
but you will never take her away,
nor will you be able to say,
that she can breakaway.
