As the pain claws apart her soul, And courage buried somewhere deep. When in despair, fear encroaches, And her eyes yearn for sleep, But instead a terror approaches, And she pines for a glee, As a dread empowers, and no one by her side, She looks up to you when you’re in sight. She calls out to you, with all her might. She’s shed enough tears, prayed for long, A trace of joy, the life of song, And she says... When my feet wither, and mind unwell, and hope wanders through the gloom of dark! My eyes get weak and soul is lost, and hands quiver on a feeble heart! Find me then, Find me through the cracks of fall! As I am spent, I am not same. My joy gone long crushed of bane. You watch her sleep, hold her hand, Her skin so fragile, just like sand. Through the window, shadows break! Making you wonder about her fate. Then a flicker of light that looms up far, A last hope stands up ajar! Dark will pass; it won’t go vain, Through the soul-crushing hurt, She’ll find her spirit, all over again, An enlightening prayer fills your heart, Find her o’ the brightest star; remember her in your heart…”