Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story

of a girl struggling in many aspects of life.

A brown-eyed young woman

with friends of a multitude, but few.

Help me tell the story

 with struggles of old and new to conquer

at a place of knowledge and family.

She saw it coming ahead of time

knew exaclty what to do

 and sat up many night thinking,

zoned out many days contemplating,

if she really was ready for what lied ahead.

But, not soon enough, did she comlpetely understand

but, not soon enough, did she flly equip herself,

for the news came slowly, then suddenly.

It came and crushed many,

through sorrow and secret,

and caused the internal struggle of her,

and slowly crumbled her joy down,

into something but a crumb,

and only to what?

To be lost forever?

To "prosper a new life"?