In a crowded room,
You’ll see that girl
Frozen still
Doors open to hallways
So many…lead to whose will?
Which shall she choose?
Lost, quite distraught,
Frightened to move..
Though what could go wrong?
She’s fallen, fought to stand
Hurt she has inflicted for so long
Twisted shade, darkness, illuminates the night
To barricade a heart against agony, is not to protect
For pain transforms into might
Wounds scabbing
Burns itching
The healing power sprints through her veins
So alive
She sees life
She has life
She is revived, dancing through the night
"Her Story" written by the King 