She walks with beauty and grace
hair flowing and not a wrinkle on her face
Her touch as smooth as silk yet as tough as nails
She screams pain but no one can hear a whisper or a yell
Her sweet voice pleasures your ears and her angelic smell will make you forget any fears
But who knows the secrets she holds
She pretends to be bold but cowards behind closed doors.
Her deep eyes turn into pools of tears when she realizs that she is the one she fears.
Hiding sorrow and pain, blames her sadness on her family yet she is only to blame
Friends, what friends? They all stabbed her in the back, left er lonely and cold with no oneor nothing to hold
So she covers it all up and steps in front of the glass
Wiping her cheeks and brushing her hair this mirror becomes her mask as she steps away only she can see what she really feels but for now she sits and waits for the wounds to heal
To her beautiful is only what she sees
A pretty face yet a broken soul
Who may know what the future holds.
