She cries on her lonely chamber
Over her unmade bed
She cries while the music sounds
Listening the weight of the past

Their pictures, their smiles, his arms
Responsability, the burden, her fight

But her God does not help
And her tears do not dry

She cries over a rotten book
Someday someone forgot
She cries when she cooks
There is only one for lunch

And she danced while she could
Before her legs got broken
Hope sleepy now, in her pocket
While she walks over the clouds
Of what is nothing now

She watches across her window
Of her lonely chamber
And the Sun lights her tear
How could I make her smile?

But she still cries and my hands are tied
There is a broken dream that I am not in
Disillusion of awakening

And she cries on her lonely chamber
Over her unmade bed
She cried while the music sounded
Listening the weight of her own past

What's her God?
Cries her Hell?
To help her misery
Let me kill your sanctity with hell