She

She keeps my voice in memory
Lives her life in misery
Treats herself horribly
Things are meant to be this way

I want to be free to do things
That helps her to heal
She needs to be blessed like them
Like you and the rest

Holds her choice in the left hand
Throws the change into the sand
When will she be lucky?
More or less unhappy

I want to be free to do things
That helps her to heal
Why is she distressed like that?
I just want to help
She needs to be blessed like them
Like you and the rest