The lonely wanderer wasn't lonely though
Until she met you long ago....
There were dreams, there were aspirations
Which haunt her now and lead to frustrations

A sentence announced for no fault of hers
like a Koala devoid of its furs.
Confused, hurt and devastated she
Still longed for him to be.

Buried inside is the Love supreme
Outside clings sadness at its extreme.
A ruthless madness spreads its wings
Fighting depression and cruel mood swings.

Yes, Moving forward, forward with hopeless eyes
Bearing someone's negligence and white lies..

The stage was set, the fire was on
Into the wicked trap, the girl was gone.
Violence, chaos, ignorance and treachery
made her life a living mortuary.

Days passed, her birthday came
only to unveil the wicked game.
Ah! No, Not the flowers nor the cake
but the TRUTH enough for her world to shake.

The stage was set again,but to put out the fire
She was extricated stainless from that filthy mire.
Apparently she was out and free from her ordeal
But the social stigma won't let her wounds heal.

The lonely wanderer is not lonely now
she knows why to live, can manage the how.
Life is much more and every moment count
The heart is too small to let the grudges mount.