She is a pure soul, she is an angel,
She likes to talk with people, but doesn't,
And recites stories like she is a fable.
She likes to walk in the woods, but doesn't.

She is a baby, an innocent one,
She trusted them and got betrayal,
She is a cure for all but none,
She likes to believe in others, but doesn't.

One fine day she cried all night,
She likes to smile all day, but doesn't,
And tries to do good things all time,
She likes to help others, but doesn't.

Her emotions flow like water does,
She likes to care for others, but doesn't,
The stories of her life and love,
She likes to share with others, but doesn't.

Darkness will dwindle, slowly but surely,
The sun will shine on her one day.
She is strong, she knows that well
She will rise above all one day.