A weary heart with no hope of tomorrow
Such Restless soul of this angel i know
With dreary smile of such beauty
Despite engulfed with uncertainty
She keeps her doubts in seashells
For as not to release her inner rebel
Although crystal clear waters show her struggle
She’d bury it in sand with her mighty shovel
A poor angel, she’d deny to think of herself
“I’m not weak. Get a hold of yourself!”
Because despite how the waves cause her drifting
She still knows the sunset is just the beginning
For as the sun falls down the next day she will rise
And despite of any storm that will catch her by surprise
I know she will succeed for i trust her with all my heart
No agony nor affliction will ever tear her apart