Holding on to the past,
thinking not of the future.
A withered soul beaten down by her demons.
She's resolved that her life is nothing but turbulent,
and that existence itself is pain.
All alone amidst a crowd of spectators she finds herself
having wandered from the herd that brood her.
"The world is against me and I alone stand"
But see young girl, the arms of your brother, ever stretched, ever waiting.
Go now to those who love you
and seek not help from those who don't.