A voice cries out into the night, a desperate cry for an end to the fight.
But no one hears as she cries out through her tears.
She gives another heart felt cry, as she turns her gaze to the sky.
If you listen to her voice so grim, you will hear her call to him.
Why? Her eyes brim with tears as she begins to softly cry.
Still she calls, her tear-choked voice echoing off the canyon walls.
Her eyes cannot see. Not you, not them, not even me.
All she sees is herself, a forgotten toy upon a dusty shelf.