Crimson Tears

Her crimson tears give her sanity
The shackles give her wings
She steps forward boldly
To what the future might bring

She cries herself to sleep at night
With a locket in her fist
A damp pillow under her head
And red writing on her wrist

Some nights she'd lay awake
To hear her mother crying
The pounding on the walls
She was silently dying

When morning came
Her mother felt sicker
She'd lie useless on the couch
With bottles of liquor

It was hard to live life
With a mother who did not care
A father in jail
Awaiting the electric chair

Some days when it was quiet
She'd watch the birds glide by
The next moment they were gone
In the blink of an eye

She carves a story
On her pale, raw wrist
Of a girl whose tears were crimson
And of a hope that did not exist

She takes her first steps
In a confident stroll
Her feet barely touching the floor
Destiny has taken it's toll

When she wakes in the morning
There was an angel by her side
Her fingers reach her face

And...

Her tears have been dried.