-Where did the happy go? Where is the life in her eyes? Now there’s a gaze, I don’t know, her smile a disguise.
Gentle and broken soul, right from the core to take away all the pain then make sure there’s no more, I’d walk to the ends of the earth, I’d battle any war.
-Strong as the wind in its rage, I know she is.
Flightless, a bird in a cage, gentle, courageous.
Calm, like before the storm, a shelter, safe and warm. She is beautiful. She is beautiful and I love her.
-If I could lift just a little sorrow and help you breathe when you can’t breathe, if I could, I’d promise you tomorrow would erase the reason that you grieve.
She is broken at the core, the girl I knew is no more.
Yet she is beautiful ever more and I love her.
-She believes in believing. She has faith in her faith and trusts that the answers are safe, tucked away.
Still as the time forwards and life moves along as everyone’s living and it feels somehow wrong, she wakes every morning and carries on.
-And though she is broken and seems to feel lost and confusion has spoken and the cost is the cost. In her darkest hour, she knew not to blame she took what was coming, she took how it came.
She’s simply so beautiful and truly so beautiful and I love her.
-And when you’re left without a choice and silence seems to fill your voice.
When there are no words left to speak and being strong just leaves you weak, and change has filled what used to be and thoughts consume your energy,
what happened to the girl I used to know?
She has melted with the winter snow.
But she is beautiful, so very beautiful and I love her.
mahani 