She Likes To Walk When Night Has Come

She likes to walk when night has come And every time like on cornice She's like an angel I'll stay numb, But skies reject her heavy sins. They're heavy like her idle cross Nevertheless she goes outside There's no free place in heart of hers She doesn't need someone beside. I give her mercy through my love I hope that she will have to feel She goes outside, word's not enough And she is disobedient still.