The year was passing by
and she still stares outside the window each night
when each day ends she would ask herself:
“For what would I the next morning fight?”
And as she stood this evening on the street
with all her lust gone away
she looked the sky, the stars, the street lights
she searched in her heart will to pray.
She came home along the road alone
and searched in her room for some stroke of faith,
as she found nothing she looked outside the window scared
it was the Raven only, but for her Hope he held the keys of the gate.
The Raven only stared into her glowing
although hopeless, the Raven knew on the inside she is burning,
she wiped her tears and said: “I shouldn’t throw you away,
a man, I should have known, has his whole life for learning.”
The Raven stood on her shoulder
as in the darkness she started writing,
it seemed the bird was her only friend
while she was writing reasons for her next fighting.