Her screams reverberate on the stone walls.
Frustration, contemplation;
Memories are pain.
Too long has she wondered these dark and empty halls.
Her crying, she�s dying;
It�s all so overrated.
Outside she can hear the world�s joyful calls.
Her survival, this denial;
Memories are pain.
But, destiny awaits
And she cannot choose her fate.
This shroud of darkness will rise,
No longer will she deny
That love that hides inside.
There�s a light at the end
And hope has not yet died.
Memories are pain,
And the pain will soon subside.