Chase this light with me?

She's lonely,
She's numb,
And she hears what she wants to hear.
She prays,
She waits,
And she swears she won't shed a tear.
But the rain pounding on her window pane,
Sets a standard for a brand new day.
And the emptiness burns a hole through her skin.
While she waits for the thunder to begin.
The softness she finds,
In the comedy,
Of the tragedy,
Is sureal, even to her.
The face of peace,
The subtleness of hope,
The calmness in the storm,
Is the clarity behind it all.
Sanity forgotten,
And blasphemy restored.
She is unearthed.
And she is unscarred.
She is broken, yet free,
Dancing to the melody,
Of the wind and the storm,
Unafraid,
And unalarmed,
She collapses to the ground.
This is it,
This is now.
The center of it all.
Everything stops,
No sound,
Nothing at all.
Just the beating of her own heart,
As she watches the rest of the world fall.