• She makes you wanna cry tears for her; For her aura is of pain
    Although she carried smiles in her hand, her eyes told of shame.

    She reaches out amongst her and touches others hands, telling of her secret, silence will not withstand.

    Broken down unto her knees her hand placed over her eyes; she screams out "Hear me, My story is not lies".

    She makes you wanna cry tears for her; as her story unfolds, praying that the hearts she touched, their stories will be told.

    And now she stands before you with an enormous amount of light, streching her hope forward and no longer lives in fright.

    You no longer have to cry tears for her, for she smiles everyday, Molds herself to the woman she was to become and feels the peace as she lays.