The Light

Drifting in the night,
she can not find the light.
She knows there will be a fight,
it's what she looking for.
She does not know peace,
she does not understand serenity.
Her soul is chaos;
the fight is over,
where is the light?
This fight is her last- she knows.
But where is the light?
Where is the light?
She screams, she cries, she sobs,
wrenched from a blackened soul.





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