She

Deprived from the sleep
Mourns like a child
She is way too far from
A state where she is able to fight
Not only herself but
Those who disguise

So much chaos in her head
That she might loose herself
For ages she has longed for a feeling
For what’s called delight.

She needs rest, she needs peace
She needs direction
Before she chooses to loose her sight
This struggle for her fantasy
Has tested too much of her might.

Its only a matter of faith
There’s a war which never ends
Someday its mere darkness
And the other shine bright
All she knows is,
No matter what it brings
She has suffered to much
In her quest for doing
What she thinks is right.

There are many who envy her,
Haven’t they ever seen
A lone wolf howling to the moon
So much power, so much wrath
And yet he lingers in pain the whole night

Yes she is frightened and Insecure like him
But she never complains
She only needs corner of the world
Where she can meet herself
And whatever comes in her heart, she can write.