As she sits in purgatory and lonesome she waits,
standing aside at the pearly white gates.
Will she be blessed with the gift of eternal soul,
or will it be burnt black and churned into coal.
As she grows impatient for the words of the sage,
the winds start turning; God is now in a rage.
you will be condemned to live in between,
your soul is not evil, but you need to redeem.
You still have faith, so your forbidden from hell,'
and at the end of his echo she lost her balance and fell.
She falling down from where she just came,
a new body, new face, a new life and a name.
Her sun kissed blonde locks cascade in the wind,
she closes her eyes for the lights have now dimmed.
As she floats towards gravity and weaves through the air,
she beings to forget no worries nor care.
When she is pure and has been cured,
only then will her request be endured.
So now she goes on; till one day is her last,
correcting the wrong she inflicted from her past.
