A Life Full of Scrap

She's like the lost sun in the day,
The lost moon in the night,
Searching for passion to light up the day,
Praying for a charming star to calm the night.

She's like a lost star in the sky,
Hanging alone by the clear blue sky,
And she wonder to herself why oh why?
No one is there to help her nor listen to her cry.

She's like a car that lost its wheel,
Steering with no directions,
Realize that hope is gone for real,
As tensions grew she finds no options.

She is now hopelessly lost...