She went through the motions
As if she were in the lap of her mother
Drifting through time
With the pureness of heart that none could find
Spread across the land were her deeds
Who will be the blessed that didn't agree
Tired arms, tired legs, a still smile
The long way back to the earth that she calls home
Another day, yet not the same
The faith nor the night could help her
while the meek and the rotten quenched
amid a reality that the believer in her forgot
Many, a witness to this dark hour
All believers, they say...
In what? I ask...
Another day, another night, another believer
The pureness of the heart and belief
What will she learn this time
From the forgotten believer...