How it is
How it is
The swirling vortex howls
But does not seem to make a sound
How it is
How it is
The womb stretching instantly
And nothing to fill itself with
How it is
How it is
Questioning the void within
Where no one else can hear it sing
This is just
How it is
How the soul begins to die
From the rivers that run dry
Not from being young or old
And so the fear begins to grow
The soul does not decide to die
It can awaken with open eyes
Eyes that see future, eyes that see past
Signs that the soul might heal fast
As the clock began to tick she wondered how much pain she'd be in.
It's not easy leaving everything behind.
The comfort of what's known is tempting to the girl with nothing but words.
Yet she didn't shy away from hard work, she didn't fear being on her own for she had always been alone.
What made her waver was the threat and an unending sense that the pain would prevail.
