Alone

Woke up at the dead of night
A lady so full of pride and spite
Saw that for her there would be no dawn
Because everyone she loved had left and gone

Walked down the deserted street
Through the crimson dust at her feet
Walked to the warm, familiar place
And had a hopeful smile across her face
But knew it was just another façade
As she climbed the stairs of the house of God
And saw that the door was still locked

Devastated she turned around
Now hurt with the deepest wound
Aloud, she gave a scream so meek
Only a songbird was close and near
And returned a song so sweet
Deaf to her, she could not hear

Sadly dusted off the story of her life
But saw she had burned all the pages
So she picked up her rusted flute
And played a final note for the ages

Given up and all alone
In the dead of night
A lady so full of pride and spite
Saw that for her there would be no dawn
Because everyone she loved had left and gone

She sighed with no more hope
As the pain wrapped her, the tightest rope
So in the fires of her hell she lay
Crying the tears of yesterday