As darkness falls her thoughts become scattered. Like an old piece of cloth her lucidity becomes tattered. She falls upon her knees and prays to anyone. For once she hopes someone will listen and help her right this wrong As she looks at her bloody hands she begins to tremble Its all she can do, not to remember. Her guilt drives her forward into the darkness There she knows she will receive his forgiveness. For in the darkness he awaits, And it is only In his arms she will be safe.