She had demons inside of her
she could not fight or hide them
But she seemed like a little child
So innocent but so wise
She needed someone to hold her from the hand
And to guide her through the light
She didn't know the first steps
So she was relying on others to guide her
Couple of men showed up
But they could not handle it
So they would leave her behind
One step at a time
On herself she would rely
Until that one person came who could not give up on her
She was a woman, and she was a mum
She hold her by the hand
She was falling over and over again
And over and over again she would raise her up
They would walk together through the darkest places
As she was crying like a child
From the pains that the demons have caused on her skin
They would talk about God
and all of their sins

"You are going to heaven", she whispered
as she was looking her in the eyes

"Oh shut up
I am not a saint
But you will
Okay... in Heaven I hope we will walk hand by hand, one day
But until that day comes
We should rely on each other
And give courage and try to be brave"

She was just twenty three
And she was fifty-five
They became friends
And from now on
They had each other
They would never be alone
No more