Believe

The wind was wild
and the clouds would run
she was standing there watching herself burn.

she thought she’d finally be free
but she was looking at a burnt tree.

the hope she had,
started to dim
and her thoughts were reaching
near to brim.

she cried for help and pleaded to be retrieved
but yet she was once again deceived.

The end was near and she was ready to leave
all she needed was a soul to believe.

-Rashi