Sun sets early;
Holds on to life so dearly.
Sudden foes come running;
Words they use - all loathing.
Sometimes, she would ask;
To their wickedness, must she always bask?
She searched for a common ground;
Only to realize, it can never be found.
At the end of the day;
She faces this fire without much to say.
The blame is on her;
As always, it is on her.
Holds on to life so dearly.
Sudden foes come running;
Words they use - all loathing.
Sometimes, she would ask;
To their wickedness, must she always bask?
She searched for a common ground;
Only to realize, it can never be found.
At the end of the day;
She faces this fire without much to say.
The blame is on her;
As always, it is on her.
