The stary night,
The pale moon lit sky,
As pearly tears fall from her eyes,
And her lost soul cries.

Does she even know why?
Does she know why she cries every night?
Why her heart,
And soul take flight, just for the night?

The sawing owl,
The spying bat,
Look over,
Where the girl is sat.

How can this girl look so sad?
She has a loving mum,
Sister,
And dad.

The lost girl wonders the woods of her mind,
Feeling alone,
Confused,
As if she can only lose.

Her talent is abused,
Answers she cannot find,
As another mist of tears cover her eyes....