The girl who’s lost, the girl we found

Self-ridiculed heresy, for she’s hollow and bound

The rusted, heart-shaped locket, her fingers clutched around

Her mind, split from her kin, is stolen yet crowned

To have it all, you lose what’s had

A child, possibly split, from his or her dad

You whisper, you cry, you plead to the Lord

He asks for your soul; it’s too much to afford

For what you believed was useless and empty

To whom you find words sarcastic and petty

With your sword, you reflect the light; it’s feeble beam

For your reincarnation shall start tonight in nothing but a dream