Her eyes whispered not to shed a tear
To live in this twisted world
To accept the new reality
Created from this lying world.
The sky became crystal clear
The ocean is drawn near
The sun cramps down
Shining from this clichéd fantasy.
The clock says tick tock tick
Letting the illusion be our home
Letting the rain become hinge
As it cannot be turned back.
Her eyes watered in pain, no gain
And she stands there, helplessly
Reflecting the souls within her
Her eyes become that of foolish stars!