Beneath the eclipse of her iniquity,
lies the true story of her soul.
Delirious and provoked,
it's impossible to console.
Tormented by the malevolance of another
the heartache will never heal.
And no matter what they say,
her emotions they can't reveal.
Every morning that she awakes,
she looks back at yesterday.
Knowing that the pain remains the same,
she lingers in shadows of disarray.
An enchanted creature from within
is what they cannot foresee.
Only she can envision the beauty,
that is yet to fly free.
No time to fill the emptiness
and in solitude she will bleed,
but they can't make her face the ground
because through this pain she will succeed.