She Cries کے بول

She cries on her lonely chamber Over her unmade bed She cries while the music sounds Listening the weight of the past Their pictures, their smiles, his arms Responsability, the burden, her fight But her God does not help And her tears do not dry She cries over a rotten book Someday someone forgot She cries when she cooks There is only one for lunch And she danced while she could Before her legs got broken Hope sleepy now, in her pocket While she walks over the clouds Of what is nothing now She watches across her window Of her lonely chamber And the Sun lights her tear How could I make her smile? But she still cries and my hands are tied There is a broken dream that I am not in Disillusion of awakening And she cries on her lonely chamber Over her unmade bed She cried while the music sounded Listening the weight of her own past What's her God? Cries her Hell? To help her misery Let me kill your sanctity with hell