She cried and cried, For she had been lost,
In her own memories, that hurt so much to think about,
She was in a maze of pain, suffering and saddness,
All she could do was keep on walking, getting through it,
Even the shallowest of ocean's have it's deep ends,
And this was hers, a point where help wasn't good enough,
She crossed her fingers, hoping she had luck,
So one day she might forget about her pain,
So happy times and memories will flood back to her,
Her heart was big and delicate, but once broken,
All you'll get is an ocean of tears, saddness and pain,
For a broken heart is like smashing a glass on the floor,
There are million's of pieces to pick up,
And even once you put it together again, it'll never be the same.
