So little, so simple,
Yet they have so much meaning;
So minor, yet inside her,
Her consciousness is teeming.
With anger, with hatred,
For they treated her wrongly,
Her heartache, her heartbreak,
Her agonizing longing.

So much wrong for so long,
She almost wants to leave it,
Yet hope is beneath it,
She almost can't believe it.
That some form of hope lurks,
In something deep inside her,
A fire that rises,
In he who walks beside her.

She's holding on so fervently,
She's staying strong because she believes,
Discordant cacophonies,
Give way to perfect melodies.

Of her shame or her strength,
Are those lines indication?
For all of them are hollow,
Another step she's taken.
Yet somehow she's here now,
Still after all that pain,
So maybe she's saying,
"There is sunshine after rain".

She shivers but glimmers,
With some degree of life,
She knows she's not over,
And that is why she fights.

She's holding on so fervently,
She's staying strong because she believes,
Discordant cacophonies-
Give way to perfect melodies.