A corrupted soul, who wakes up crying in this world,
She screamed aloud, to return to her Father’s hold.
Thrown away, no one ever cared,
Born alone, yet torn by crowds that dared –
They ripped her from the unwelcome womb,
Her friend, her cradle, was God’s own room,
And heavenly warriors lit her gloom.
Verse 2
She never asked to exist — only to understand,
She couldn’t believe how cruel was man.
A thousand times they came for her life,
But her Father watched from the heavens high.
No home but fields, where beasts abide,
Yet trust took root in her heart inside.
A thousand battles with the dark she fought,
Visions and journeys from heaven taught.
She grew strong, from sorrow made,
God carried her from the pain she braved.
She came for one thing, with all her might:
She believed that humans would love her light.
But as she walked further,
Wounds bloomed on her chest like burning embers.
She stayed in her childlike dream,
Believed in truth like in a tale serene.
She believes truth wins,
And someone will hold her close again.
Years go by — only God stands near,
With His army always here.
Whenever she fell, He lifted her high,
She doesn’t know how long the road or why.
She wonders if someone will truly care,
And love her as she was born — laid bare.
In lonely loneliness, her heart returns,
For once again, her soul gets burned.
She asks no more, no hugs remain,
While here, she helps the weak through pain.
She will return, unseen, one day,
No past remembered, no present to stay.
She wrote the melody of her soul alone,
Painted her sky with dreams she owns.
She no longer asks.
She no longer seeks.
She leaves the judgment to God — complete.
This world of illusion is not her place,
She created her own at birth — her space.
People don’t see that she can’t see
Why humans hurt each other endlessly.
For in her heart, the vision’s torn,
Like a shard stuck deep in life’s tree, worn.
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