In her mind, she is an innocent girl.
Still, on the outside, you see a woman.
She may look advised, strong, even human,
But she is some fragile and untouched pearl.

Her mind, hidden by her soft looks and eyes,
Has been darkened by her thoughts, by her life.
Others ask for advices on their strife
Knowing she is as altruistic as wise.

She considers herself unimportant,
Others being more deserving than her.
Overtime, one can see she's a mother;
Always there, it became your true constant.