She runs out into the night.
Not again she cries...
I have done it once again.
Cheapened myself for a glimpse of love;
Or, at least, warm arms wrapped around me.
A little shred of comfort,
In such a lonely place.
I was once a pearl; colorful, full of wonder.
Beneath the cold feet of a cruel world.
This is the last time, she vows to the sky.
The last time I let myself be used.
As she cries, running down the street,
Her pearl necklace breaks.
The pearls fall, one by one,
Onto the desolate, silent street.
Rolling away behind her...
Like all the ghosts from her past,
Dropping from her memory.
She runs toward a new life
And makes one little promise...
That she will fix at least one broken pearl...