She feels like a fallen star,
Alone on the rugged ground;
The heights snare at her,
Her shine is fading, its unseen around.
She feels like a forgotten tune,
Her rythem lost, her melody breathless
The new song of the day has played her trick
Is time whispering, that the wait is endless?
She feels like the wretched flower,
She was promised life- a beautiful life
But the promise was an illusion and as the horizon darkens
She can see time raise that ugly slaughtering knife.
I see many of her stories everyday
Not just her…but of many hers
All for a few minutes on the 70 mm
She struggles for that blessing…while lives on the curse.
