Hidden secrets splash darkness all around
Creating clouds; their tears disrupting life.
A cry of sadness-pleading to be found
A little girl running from life’s sharp knife.

Loneliness- disconnected from her mind.
Can any one hear her deathly shaking?
She is praying that the world’ll be rectified.
What’s the purpose of this world we’re making?

Light slowly creeping over the horizon
Hope is arisen once more from her soul.
Rectification- darkness is wizen
She is free to arise from her black hole.

Not one corner will hide darkness or pain
Not one more cloud will cry a tear of rain