She cries such tears broken beauty,
for she lies in discontent amidst the flowers,
and the rain and in the wind,
and of those who slumber eternally,
and who are not remembered in any sense,
she is oblivious to them,
and her head hangs down so tired of such loneliness,
and solitude brings little comfort,
for in her mind what is the point, when there is no one left,
and the wind it howls and the rain it blows,
and she recollects the memories of the dead,
living inside her head,
and she recollects,
for they are broken into pieces like a mirror,
and she walks the earth a fractured soul,
and she cries such tears,
and she walks the earth with her loneliness,
and in her black dress and in her shoes of red.