Beauty was all she was
Surrounded by love and hope
Yet she was weak, fragile, and lost

Sure she had a heart
Pure as the angels sing a lullaby
Sweet as her hidden smile

She asks a lot
All questions left untouched
Her queries, maybe, are of no catch

Most nights she cries
For a reason
She still can't disguise

She can see and hear
But she can never talk
As her lips are covered
With secrets she can never unfold