LOST FROM HER GRACE

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.