She was there, gaping up above
Up above into the night sky.
With thousand thoughts,
Filled with agony and aghast,
There she sat, with a broken heart.
Lonely as the stars, did she feel;
Grazing her skin was the breezy chill.
Riddled were her emotions as the moments pass,
Her heart was empty, nothing more to steal.
Staring into the infinite, was a broken heart,
Felt the warmth of a cigarette butt.
As the night passed, died a young girl;
But only for a woman to take birth.