A field of emptiness
Its just overgrown green grass
Autumn leaves fol the scene
With brightness

In this field, the sun about to set
Painting the sky a pale rose pink
filling the field with a gray taste
Something odd hang in the air

A women stands on an old broken chair
wearing an old sweater dress
Holding a microphone cone to her pale face

Her eyes are close shut
She hesitant for a moment
Is she afraid of speaking?
Letters comes tumbling out
making no words into sentences

She looks alone
And sad
It feels like nobody cares
In the world she lives in