There's fire raging in her eyes,
and sadness in her soul.
She is her own hurricane,
but has no rainbow.
She's trapped inside a burning house,
her mind is screaming danger,
but inside she just wants some way out.
She's scared and alone,
lost and uncertain,
helpless and hiding away.
She has no comfort.
She feels so unloved.
Why must life make her feel this way?
No one understands the fears embedded deep inside her.
Outside she appears so strong,
even as her insides crumble.
She's awaiting certain death,
she knows,
as she struggles in silence.
Her voice goes unheard.
She's scared and alone,
lost and uncertain,
helpless and hiding away.
She has no comfort.
She feels so unloved.
Why must life make her feel this way?
Deep down her silence,
is like a knife to her heart,
and she struggles to find a single breath.
She feels so empty,
as if there's nothing left,
nothing to carry on for.
A single tear,
falls to the floor,
followed by a million more.
She's scared and alone,
lost and uncertain,
helpless and hiding away.
She has no comfort.
She feels so unloved.
Why must life make her feel this way?
Why must life make her feel this way?
