Became humble and low with,
Every drop of loyalty given a flow. And,
Aroma of fake masks, given a blow.
She dressed up the prettiest but,
Only she knew the pain she hid.
Lust of flesh were at her door,
Degraded her, yet overcame the mist.
She was down, yet she gave a broken smile.
Prayers almost swept by the wind
Forgave whoever, against her sinned
Hoped for release from the curse pinned
Cried for a chance to be disciplined.
After years a voice spoke,
Finally, the curse broke.
Words of wisdom given to the soul,
The maker gave blessings of a bigger role.
He said, Stay strong my child
From here on your path will be mild.
Why wait for sunshine,
Why wait for the perfect time.
Create your own design,
Reduce your life of grime.
Showcase your bloodline,
Fuel emotions with prime.
Even under dim moonshine,
Smile and be an angel’s mime.