My heart mourns in demise,
with heart melting sounds of crying,
as a girl with soft tone…
Now cannot fly…,
cause her dead wings have got her grounded,
cause her proud glory has died.
A head that always stood up in pride,
now bow down in shame,
the walk of elegancy now turnes lame,
the girl’s glory has died….
Bury her off in a torn coffin,
as bits of her grace dumps in sins..
Her glory has closed eyes….
Left a dead corpse that only cries,
her dead glory…..frights….
Her glory has died!