Broken

The floor is wet with tears of sorrow
thoughts of darkness twist her mind
hoping that hope lasts through tomorrow
daily shes fading away
her light dies day by day

underneath her feet the grass melts away
flowers wilt and bend
behind her people whisper but she doesnt know what to say
so she silently walks on
on the black cinders of the grass that is gone

pain wraps itself around and about
she cracks under the weight
she cant and wont escape
what good is the use of being good
when darkness comes and you surrender

the passing day is just another upon the list
shes fighting the temptations
but they're getting hard to pass up
all her burdens are too great to carry
but then again,
who ever heard of a broken fairy