Curled up in a ball, lost and alone,
The floor cool and hard, in contrast to her warm soft body.
The floor damp, her eye lashes wet as they lay on her cheek,
Soft music playing the songs she crys to.

The moon full and round shining down on the woman in the room,
A soft shadow moves from the corner of the room.
A Man from the dark steps up to the form of the woman,
Reaches down and scoops her up into his arms.

She feels herself lifted and pressed to a warm chest,
She opens her eyes and looks up into His eyes,
Dark eyes full of gentleness look into her heart,
She feels the warmth creep into her bones.

She has been found and lifted out of her cage and into the light...