She holds on to his heart
While roses melt away.
She prays alone and in the dark
Below the monster sky and rain.
The salty streaks of tears will dry.
The empty eyes will fill with sun.
Her heart will beat.
She’ll shine.
With endless void still inside
With pain that stays,
Where hope is gone,
She holds on to his voice
While music fades to death.
She’s left with acrid stale prose,
Of ashes empty wealth.
She dares to rise and hold hands high!
She swears at the moon and stars!
Her back is straight, her lips don’t lie!
When everyone will see these scars
She’ll laugh, and naked she will run
Into the fire of the rising sun!
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