Secret Promise
Humble Lady ponders life's illusions.
Details of these wonders come to view.
Outside, she seems a frail and damaged human.
Inside, are her treasures like the dew.
Melancholic dreams cannot consume her.
Hopeless thoughts will not corrupt her mind.
Outside, her appearance has deceived you.
Inside, are her motives, pure and kind.
Pushing optimism ever onward.
Her smiling eyes shine crystal in the light.
Outside, her voice, it echos as the harp string.
Inside, her conscience helps her win the fight.
Though there wars a struggle all around her,
She's focused as the pupil of an eye...
Inside, she's kept the promises he made her,
No longer does she ask the question, "why?"
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