She has been forgotten,

in our futures eyes.

Bound to wander her ever changing floors.

Her heart beats no more,

but her memories hold a wicked sore.

Her lover lost before he could explain.

Only endless pain that remains.

Every night she walks the halls,

in and out through the walls.

When the searching is fruitless,

and she feels useless.

The road begins to call,

people see her they are no help at all.

Maybe tonight he will come.

until then she will obey

the morning light,

maybe she will find the bright light,

that she did not cross.

I hope that one day she finds her love,

in the heavens above.