Left To Die

Dying inside silently 

She craves the taste of life

The big blue sea and skies

Her pain holds her down

Heavy on her shoulders

Burdened by her troubles 

She craves the sunshine

Fresh air and green trees

As her dying soul leaves 

If only one more chance 

To touch the wet sand

And stand at the shore

The lust in her eyes 

She craves a life 

As she is left dying