She’s happy
She’s lonely
No, she’s in between

She’s a mess,
Not the beautiful kind.
Not the thing that sparkles
She’s given up
No, just almost.

She’s broken things
She’s a whole lot of every pieces.
She tried to pieced it back,
She can’t.
Because she just can’t.

But she aspires.
She’s looking up, above.
Always waiting.
She’s got a Savior.
She’s one of the few who believed.
One day, she’ll shine,
And she’ll be one of the brightest.