The shadows along the sobbing glass sparked to its dance,
Her body had ditched, her soul never again to glance.
Between the woven screams and the cemented shouting,
No one knew what more to do beyond their sorrowed doubting.
Beneath the wooden and tiled crevices of this home, this house, there lay Her crystal tears, 
To each corner, below and afar, the men and women gathered were enslaved to mere childish fears,
Praying for time to collide to the end, begging...