I hear her pleads.
They are discreet
I hear her floorboards creek
When she wakes up to take a seat
A seat in her sorrow
I lend her my shoulder
But her tears are deafening
her countless tears amounting for the pain she carries
I wish I was a fairy
bring her all the joy she desires
ignite her with a fire, that she once did carry
prior to asking me whether I asked her in helping her to bury the hatchet
I did but she replied\' I will bury the hatchet when it comes to me. \'
Little did I know peace was inflicted in her but not him.