She was dragged in a world unknown to her
a cold state of affairs, where raids faired
as the sails scattered her into deep seas
where her scarred elbows remain affixed
giving way to her erratic misunderstood tongue

She was drugged in a demonic contoured pond
pinned and trodden on hills vast
by and by, she pulled from the mire
unclouded and in great disbelief
as she sat on the wealth of found hope

She is cautious but yet open and forgiving
as she watches the world become a jungle
a playfield of where the good balances bad
such a tainted state of existence irrefutable
such a fainted slate of being inexcusable