The sky brought the storm with no boundaries,
The earth was on her side, a helping hand.
Far, she would run along the stony brook--
Waiting, she would kill for a drop of love--
Run she would, far along the stony brook.
Shocked; her heart was still there and still beating,
First time love slipped away, can't get it back.
Losing him, hope was shattered instantly;
Felt like walking on shattered, broken glass--
A steel rail rusting inside her.
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