She roams the halls
With a candle light
At night
Left all alone
There's no one home.
Waiting for light at the end of
The tunnel of darkness
Waiting for years,
Waiting stil.
Bound to earth
By an unfulfilled wish
A day, when she would be set free
To be welcomed in the
Gates of Heaven.
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