What can save her?

Lost mysticism
Forced criticism
What a shame
For those whose name’s chose who to cross out and blame
Pass the sticks
Blocks and bricks
City skylines hide the horizon
With eyes on me,
Vast as the settling sea
Blind as the bull sees red
And anger boils over the hair on our heads
So then they pretend their care there for no one
The moon or the music, The love of the sun
Dialogue broken
Secrets unspoken
Blessed are the flowers whom bloom in the womb
Soon so soon so.. soon so soon
The tune strums and lingers
A fragrant remainder
Love is a stranger
What can save her?