She’s been crying because she’s hopeless.
The cries of her soul are killing her. She’s helpless.

She’s tired of thinking about change,
’cause whenever there is a little bit of light,
it just turns dark again.
The cries of her soul are killing her
more than the bruises on her body.
All she does is cry herself to sleep.

She thought there could be love
but then realized it hurt.
Whenever she tries to talk,
her voice just fades into the darkness
Her cries are not only heard by the walls
but also the neighbours.
They just watch
and say, “it’s her marriage”.

Her soul is shattered into a million pieces
that will take forever to fix.
Sometimes death seems to be
the hope she’s been waiting for.
She’s tired of looking at her half-dead body.

She wonders if leaving the “lion’s cage” is an option.
But love is blinding her eyes,
while the cries of her soul say the opposite.