Her hands work with sickly delicacy
To restore the tattered frays
Her home is gone and world lost
And she is battered and fragile
She gathers the strands
Of her existence in her arms
Gracefully she dances
Weaving life again in the destruction
Sorrow persuades her
But never halts her endeavor
She is never wrong
Only changes her mind
In the course of the struggle
She spins her web
Of truth and lies
Crestfallen but not trodden
She spins her life again
Of rebirth, Of dreams, Of madness
Until she finishes
And her hands stop
And solitude is her treasured company
To restore the tattered frays
Her home is gone and world lost
And she is battered and fragile
She gathers the strands
Of her existence in her arms
Gracefully she dances
Weaving life again in the destruction
Sorrow persuades her
But never halts her endeavor
She is never wrong
Only changes her mind
In the course of the struggle
She spins her web
Of truth and lies
Crestfallen but not trodden
She spins her life again
Of rebirth, Of dreams, Of madness
Until she finishes
And her hands stop
And solitude is her treasured company
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