She sits in silence,
the world is so sad.
Songs seem lifeless,
repetitive beats,
these notes fall flat,
and the world collapses once again.

People melt,
their voices cry in unison,
the monotonous chant,
sing-song
again-again,
these songs,
their words,
seem so tired and forced,
these words fall flat,
and the world collapses once again.

She feels so trapped,
suffocated,
feels forced to move,
these feet fall lifeless,
no room to dance,
her legs resign,
like all other limbs in apathy,
her feet fall flat,
and the world collapses once again.

If I could,
I would,
hold these wounds against my chest,
warrior-child,
protector,
modern-woman-witch-heart-healer,
but these hands can't heal,
the world in which we're forced to live,
get up,
put on a pair of pants,
this world will not get better,
the world falls flat,
and all collapses once again.