When things go lame, who's to blame? When a soul is broken, what has been taken? She's lost in lament, that her heart wouldn't mend. Gone is her glory, now she's sorry. A man must pay, forgiveness ain't her way. Her once pure soul in flames, she wants to justify her claims.Yet in her sorrow deep, she dreams in restless sleep, of days when joy was near, before the flood of tears. A spark of hope remains, to break these heavy chains. Will she rise above the pain, or let it be in vain?A choice now lies ahead, to heal or to be led, by anger's bitter tide, or let love be her guide. In shadows, light can grow, a chance to let it show, that strength is found within, where new beginnings begin.
© Bradley