Battle Cries

The girl at the keyboard doesn't ask for much,
Authenticity, love and a human's touch.
She sits and she wonders what is she lacks,
Why it is she's alone, why she falls through the cracks.

When was it she became so easy to ignore,
to be left in the ocean struggling for the shore?
No matter how hard she tries she can't decipher why,
She's left broken, lonely her only purpose to cry.

The girl at the keyboard used to believe,
that there was hope for saving, some kind of reprieve.
Now she sits and she brews, anger dancing in her eyes,
the pain, the sorrow now forming her battle cries.