Now her soul has been shattered, and her true love lays under the cold dark blanket, waiting for her radiance to shine once again.
The social issues around the world continue to accumulate, from education to the exploitation of workers. As the cost of living rises, and salaries or the hourly rate remain the same, neighborhoods deteriorate.
Emotions buried by the hand of loneliness, suppressing the voice from inside the mind, replacing the strength she once knew with self-doubt.
The past leads up to now, if I’m not mistaken. If the past was so great, why is everyone trying to make the future better.