to you...

Bitter tears soak her pillow at night
Forced out by her grief unspoken
She stares hungrily into the broken mirror
But sees only her distorted reflection

She's lost all sense of her true self
And what's lost may never be found
She sits there, mute in her misery
Watching the shadows lengthen and the sun go down.

Her emotion - fresh, stinging and raw
Mercilessly stabs her heart again and again
It could've been her secret suffering
It could've been her private pain.

She knew this would happen.
Why then did she tell him?
If she was careful, no one would know
But she knew it was sin:

And her conscience would not let it be.
Oh how she struggled! But her bonds were too tight
And so her heart paid the price.
How could it hurt so much to do right?

The inner conflict and turmoil
Is over, and she is at peace
But at what cost? She feels ill
She cannot eat, she cannot sleep.

The landscape is desolate
Once more she is all alone
She thought it could stay like it was
Forever, but time rages on.

And so if you see her today,
Notice the inexpressible sadness of her eyes
See how loneliness haunts her face
Feel the cold emanating from her as she cries.

The budding rose - so innocent
Became sick from the worm
It slowly lost the fight and died
Before it had a chance to bloom