Alone

The black of night consumes her cheerless face
She stands there in the dark amidst her prayers
To the world she remains a lonely scapegrace
With all of her mistakes rolling down her cheeks like tears

The weather does not cease her mourn
She finds no comfort in her blessings
The raindrops and her tears fall as one
Soaking her dark, tattered dressings

Instead of welcoming her neighbors' charity
She resolves to stand on her own
She refuses to accept her problem's severity
She's lived, and now could die alone