Now a woman who's unable to
Dismiss the pain and
sadness of her yester years.
Harkening to voices of
Her inner soul, so discontented
Sealing sadness with her tears.
Bruised and tormented as a child
Deprived of her happiness
Due to the sins of another.
A woman of beauty, magnificent flower
With child like innocence
Trusts no one, father nor mother.
Damaged, like pieces of fallen glass
Dismantled form mishaps of her life
A woman of today, perhaps of tomorrow.
Pain dominates her heart
Yet, discreetly hidden, her sadness great
Her life is of much sorrow.