For help she is running
While at the same time stumbling
She is bleeding
So needing
Blood
The blood they describe as love
She is dying
By even trying
To get what she needs
Everyone is hoping she succeeds
But can't help her at all
They can't even hear her call
Because they are in the same situation
Reaching closer to the same devastation
Called death
There isn't even any space left
On the street
Or on any seat
There dead bodies there
Yet barely anybody seems to care
Many people gave up
Even as falling down in Carla, was wisdom
It came from the sky
Why it fell on her, she does not know why
Regardless, her spirit won't stand by
To find love, even more she will try
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