The Blind Girl and The Withered Rose

Take a little look at the girl behind

She walks through the night alone though she’s blind

I can’t guess what’s on her mind

But it seems she’s seeking something to find

She shouts for the sun with her sign

Echo to echo repeated like rewind

Her voice is slowly hoarse

She’s in a deep cry but no tears left to loose

She has no idea what happen to the rose

All she knows, it becomes worse and worse

Once the sun made her see how the rose grows

‘Till the day when the night came without any light

Even the moon couldn’t talk around the star to come inside

Is she alone all along this fight?

While the rose lost its crown to let the frown embrace her tight.