\"...and beneath her she left footprints,
broken stories trapped in the shore,
frail pasts of suffering minds,
shattered souls on the floor,
and as she gently walked over them,
their skeleton\'s silhouettes felt alive,
taken by the breaking breeze like dust,
kindled by the fantasies she left behind.
She breathed the ocean\'s oblivion,
faded memories with the tide,
still through nothing she heard secrets,
all the hidden tears the world had cried....\"