Gentle satin tears stream down her cheeks. At a beat, making her life toon. Almost as if lyrics were meant to tag along. She cries her heart out to the world, But not even a whisper in response. Her only choice is to stomp at the ground, Scream her lungs out, Say things she doesn’t mean. This beat, these lyrics, Are left to herself. 

For she is alone.

But not yet ready to give up on the music of her life. She continues to try to explain this beat, Screaming. Still no response. 

Still alone.

She soon begins to weaken. Weaken quicker than she can handle. What happened to this strong beat pounding in her heart It has only faded away. The sand in the bottle is almost out. Lonely and alone. Desperate in despair. All she wishes for is a whisper of guidance, hope. A harmless kiss on the cheek. A warm fulfilling hug. But for now she becomes quieter and quieter, silent. Being so lonely gained her a strong relationship of love with only one. Her best friend. The only one who will ever try more than anyone else to show her  the light. To whisper a bit of hope. To place a harmless kiss on her cheek. To wrap his arms around her cold weak body.

For it is God.

And with that strength she remains to keep some of that vibrant beat in her heart. She may not have much need to complain any longer. To waste time crying her heart out. But she will enjoy singing those lyrics in her prayers. And in front of the world,That meaningful melody will be told. Just in a softer tone, A simple hum.