Punching the walls and writing with blood
From the depths of despair you scream to the skies
There was a storm going on in her head
And a war, the soldiers had tears in their eyes.
There is a white room with sorrow inside.
No doors, just a wooden broken window.
The time had filled it with the pain
That was felt, the glass was cracking, slow...
When the window was finally cracked open
And all the sorrow kept inside-released,
Everything around was cinder and fire
Everyone looked at her like a beast.