She walked like an innocent dream,
And her eyes spoke nothing but the truth,
Yet everyplace she left behind was in pieces,
All that was left behind was ruin.
Blood ties or bonds forged with love,
In the end it didn’t matter,
When she was done,
There was nothing left behind.
She crossed seas, flew over fields,
She didn’t rest, she didn’t break,
She was relentless in her pursuit for peace,
Yet it never came her way.
Destruction and fury chased her everywhere,
And in the end, she embraced them as her friends,
When all is said and done,
She’d rather hold their hands, than die alone.