Wondering if her shadows try to detach itself from her,
Too many insults to endure,
Lost from her grace,
Stars gone faint in her embrace;
The stars in the sky will die out some day,
The night will persist,
We aren\'t here to stay;
Her soul tired of mending herself,
A wrong choice made,
Gave\'em room to come creeping her way;
It\'s all so indiscreet,
A game of luck makes you feel elite,
Blow on a dandelion, the clock finds its way,
The ones left behind, submit to their fate.