She  cries in silence when the world's asleep,
Her wounds are buried, her pain runs deep.
No one hears the story in her sigh,
she wipes her tears before she let them dry.

They call her strong but never see,
The weight she carries quietly.
A thousands storms behind her eyes,
yet she still smiles, tells no lies.

Each tears she sheds hold broken dreams,
Shattered hopes and muted screams,
of love that left or trust betrayed,
of battles fought when no one stayed.

She is the calm after the fight,
The dark that still holds on to the light,
For every time the world says ''cope'',
Her tears becomes her thread of hopes,

She weeps not just from pain  or fear,
but from strength it take to stay sincere,
for even when her heart feels small,
she rises -tears and all