There she sat alone at the corner
Her face all calm and fair
There she sat alone at the corner
No one but herself was her care

Then he passed by and saw her
A remarkable work of art
As he passed by and eyed her
She looked and there ensued a spark

As time rolled by they spent it together
Talking of what they would become
As time kept rolling as they were together
They suddenly blended into one

As the light of the sun woke them one morning
They wanted to become more
As the light of the sun lit their paths one morning
Each other they saw no more

I pass by a street of broken lives
Of dreams not even dreamt
Of hands as dark as the night
Begging for a piece of bread

I pass by a man with a foot long beard
His teeth no longer complete
With his face of danger bypassers feared
And his hair as gray as the street

I pass by a woman who sits on the side
Her legs tired and her dignity gone
Her ******* consumed by a little child
Who has no idea of what's going on

I pass by a girl and a boy who play
Both so innocent as they enjoy
Not even hoping to go and runaway
But rather revelling themselves without a toy

I pass by happiness as well as sorrow
Through the sidewalk and across the road
I pass by hopes of having another tomorrow
And the hope of having one's own abode

do you silence the thoughts of the jealous?
do you symbolize laughter to the deaf?
do you unveil a rainbow to the blind?
do you offer a dance to the crippled?
do you outline the beauty of a mother to an orphan?
do you strengthen a heart that was born frail?

There she sits with her thoughts drowning her.
There she sits with your judgements choking her
and stepping on her
and killing her.
You don't know how much your words are darting towards her with knives that are sharper than a needle.
It would be nice if the needle
is injecting morphine
but rather it is injecting death.
Death of an unwanted soul
that only ever dreamed to be wanted.
Death of a girl who kept on trying
and trying
to meet the standards of society.
But then even if she becomes the president of her class
or has the highest grades
it would never be enough to shield her from your never ending criticisms.
You say it as if it's a joke.
To you they are always just jokes.
But to to her those jokes are
shading away
the paths which she thought were always alight.
In the darkness under the clouds you have made from her sheding tears,
she bawls for understanding
which will never rain on her.
And while she lies on her bed
with monsters feeding
on her heart and mind,
you lie on yours sleeping soundly
with dreams of
rainbows and unicorns.
How can you ever sleep
not realizing the greatest damage
you have caused in a girl's mind?
How can you ever sleep
not knowing
that you have destroyed
her inner persona
and have shattered her dreams
right before her own innocent eyes leaving her with no choice but to
just watch.
What kind of a monster
can ever sleep with that?
What kind of a monster
can ever live with that?

For the unvarying reason for years and years,
I've shed the same old forlorn tears.
The pain I thrived to bury deep within,
Has not even reached half of the depth to begin.

I've prayed and prayed, for patience and faith.
That all these cries will not go to waste.
I smile, I laugh, I dance, and sing,
This sorrowful song with a common ring.

This sadness is not unique to the human heart,
For all have experienced the dull and the dark.
I gave my thoughts and kindness to the suffering ones,
Thinking that it was a cycle of love and not shame.

When the cycle returned to this patient soul,
I was astonished to recieve nothing at all.
But banging knocks of heartaches every night,
And decisions to just keep quiet and not fight.

For I thought that if I stay within my comfort room,
The bad will vanish and justice will bloom.
But it has not yet happened and I live with fright,
That this pain might just simply eat me alive.

But the presence of hope has shun rays upon me,
This certain light of love and loyalty.
I cannot do it alone, I cannot fight with no army.
And so a knight in shining armor has come to set thee free.