She

She wakes up on Sunday
Life has forgotten her name
She remembers flowers bending toward her
as if she were the embodiment of rain.

Now the darkness consumes her
the sun don't recognize her face
when she's tanning.
She's felt some rushing blows in her existance
but she is still standing.

She's in love with a stranger
something that cannot be real
not anymore.
All her nerves have lost their meaning
she just prays her heart can heal.

And she's everything you want to be
She's kind, she's loved, she's humanity.
But she can't see the light in her bones
all she sees is that she's alone.