In the middle of the night with the moonlight shining on her face,
Reminding her of the time where she was being held,
The one who was caring her; who was holding her hand throughout her journey

There she stands
All alone and whispering if the one still might be there
Waiting for a sign, from someone who cares
Wondering if her past was truly a memory or an imagination

Feeling the air touching her face
Seeing her cry in the reflection in the water
Knowing that she is not dreaming

She cried out to her God, begging to bring the one back
The one she loved so much, the one that made her who she was
Knowing that the one is really gone

Crying for an answer, crying to be loved again, crying for help
Knowing she has to go on alone, but not knowing where to go