She skips around work in a whirl
As demands slowly crush her
She flits like a lost leaf in a storm;
In battering city winds, suffers
And unlike before when she could find
The heaven in him, her one divine
He's gone and she is lost
Wind-blown and wind tossed,
To the coldness and hurt
The immortal left for her.
And once she would've prayed
To the one who should have stayed
Now her prayers and heart drop like lead
As she walks homeward bound instead;
Lost in the hell of uncertain dread
Knowing full well her gods are dead
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