Sorrows

Once, on a street full of grey, there she sits, a head of sorrow. With nowhere to go, nowhere to stay, there her hair blows. Wandering the streets, watching the lights come to life, there under the bridge, she spends her night out. With a night to herself, pondering over thoughts, there under the stars, she swore to be the light. Once, in a house full of red, there she stands, a body of pain. With nowhere to go, nowhere to stay, there her tears flow. Looking at her house, watching the lights fade and die, there under the bed, she cried her eyes out. With a house to herself, packing her bags, there under the stars, she swore to never love. Once, on a bridge full of black, there she stares, a weary mind. With nowhere to go, nowhere to stay, there her thoughts die. Staring at the sea, watching the waves come and go, there under the night, she wanted to jump. With a bridge to herself, her body numb, there under the stars, she swore to jump. Thrice, her swears were never made. She swore to be the light, but she couldn't. She swore to never love, but she couldn't. She swore to jump, but how could she? And with a life full of grey, red and black, there under the stars, she finally saw white.