The storm carried on but she continued to smile
The people in this place seemed so cold and so vile
Sometimes she wished the hands would just stop ticking
That she had time to rest and to stop overthinking
The raging war carried on everyday of her life
she clung to the hope that one day she would have no strife
And as she wiped a single tear from her a face
the curtains closed and she realised the world was a dark and bitter pace
All I ask is one question
Was it gods best creation or his most shameful disgrace ?