Can you see the everlasting twinkle
Of sadness in my hazel eyes...

Intolerance
Corrupted mentality...

She tries to hide the bruises
Imprinted on her arms...

The sea breeze brushes against her face
It causes her hair to dance freely in the wind...

The shadow beckons me forward
I am drawn to take a step...

Women's power is not in-existent, it is hidden...
For centuries blood has been shed for acquirement...

Around the neck of this young girl
Lay resting on her heart...

Tears are what are left behind
From Dear Saint Nicholas...

It feels as if it were yesterday
That I shed so many tears...

Smudged mascara, red eyes
Her hair a bloody mess...

Just one day ago
Just another tear shed...

Inhale, exhale
I watch as he taps...