The sun rises again with heaviness in the air
she can feel the weight of the world pressing down
Stretching herself beyond the limits to fill a void
Trapped in an old soul, craving a love too sacred for herself
where her worth is never mentioned
She wonders
Who can I help
Who can I save
Who can I love
Failure does not exist, so she gives until the void is filled
Too soon the emptiness will repeat in the morning
as the night sky approaches
Day by day, she devotes to anyone but herself
to help, to save, to love.
Sailing Towards The Moon 