When I look at her,
all I see is beauty.
Yet there's something,
behind it.
I see an angel,
with broken wings,
and heavy heart.
I see an angel
who's fallen apart.
She no longer smiles,
she no longer laughs.
She's secretly hiding her heart.
Yet she stands tall,
still she fights,
she holds on
with all her mite.
Her head still high,
though her halo's cracked.
She tried to move on,
and not step back.
Her soul is black
it's been burnt,
yet she holds on.
For what?
I don't know