Unsung Tears
Ignorant, she walk
As stealth shadows stalk
Pure was her name
Misfortune, her mane
Then out of midnight's light
Comes the wicked of the night
Her desperate struggles
Are flooded with pain
Lost in night rain
The echoes of disdain
Her innocent fears
And unsung tears
Masked in raindrops
Her womanhood scathed
Glowing dreams quenched
As her body lay drenched
Cold, yet hot
Till all hope is lost
Passions unwanted
Pleas neglected
Blood sheared
Whereas evil cheered
O poor soul, have mercy I pray
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