“She’s wrapping her life in her heart,
Ready to flaunt to the world.
She’s tired of being the lost kind,
And ready to be found again.
Stretching her arms under the moonlight each day,
Afraid not to be known and disclosed.
She loves to be hidden with little hope to shine.
Little but she believes in the sunshine’s now,
She wishes for wings and this time not getting trapped in her fear.
Now she takes a flight to the world of dreams each night,
Returns back excited into the reality each time.
Still haven’t lost hope, trust and faith to the so called love,
Even when disappointment is the only thing she has ever encountered.
Wanting to be freed from her soul trapped inside her own memories.
She is a myth, a myth wanting to be believed.
She is a mystery, a mystery carving to be understood.
She is a drama, a tornado to escape.
She is an echo, Uncleared and Undefinable.
She is a tale to be retold and relived.”
