Raindrops trail down her face,
Streaking through the grime.
She's in such a lonely place,
Trying to break free.

She looks up at the night sky,
Counting all the little stars.
Wishing that she could fly,
And leave her despair behind.

She cries out in the night,
When Fear and Loneliness take her.
Despair has her in His might,
And refuses to let go.

The Angel of Death,
Comes on silent wings,
He takes her final breath;
A gentle release.