She saw the light in the pitch-black sky
A reminder of the fire that pierces through her heart
The type of energy that ignites pure desire
She is unique in her stance, proud of her body
Confused on her path, weak in her understanding
An entity in existence cannot love the way that she does
A fragile soul that resembles broken glass
The reflection of a soul child cannot tell a lie
It is up to her to show the mirror that it holds partial-truth
Beautiful child, her tears touch immature skin
A river of hopelessness will soon flood prayers
Never to kiss the light she held so tight