The irritation in eyes, with the constant lies
Due to tears when she cries.
The hardships she faced,
All makes my heart race,
As I hear the noise and also the other voice.
In the midst of chaos she still stands high and tall, faced a lot to whatever had befall.
Still has a smile and still needs to walk a mile.
The weakening hands, the tender legs, the broken heart, the helpless ears,
All have faced grave times and also faced grave rhymes
The constant melody of torture she heard,
was no sober,but, made her to ponder.
Is this what she made for
No,not.
Trials she faced have to be played back,
Fight for her cause,
Make them feel the same gross
And take the turn out of every moss.