Standing at the edge of the deck
With a broken heart and tears shed,
She is a total wreck;
Disheveled hair and eyes red,
Waiting for a wind so rough,
Something she will be unable to endure
So that she can finally get enough;
And get away from this uneven floor.
Nobody said it would be this hard,
Losing a loved one;
But now she is shattered; she is scarred
And her reasons to live – none.
So a rough wind blew and she swayed without thinking,
Into the cold, rough sea fell she;
Further and further down she went, until nobody could see,
Was she finally free or was she sinking?
Layla 
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