| The tears she cries,
Are for all the secrets she hides. To scared to speak out, Afraid she'll copped another clout. | |
| All the screams she keeps
Bottled inside Destroy her hope While she's swallowing pride | |
| Tears stream down her face.
Saddness fades, anger takes place. Seeing her reflection through painted glass. Trying to forget and run from the past. | |
| She has a Plan today
To find the courage to go out and say 'I am forgetting the past' | |
| She knows she must move on
A new day is calling her life wont wait for the sorrow to fade She takes a breathe | |
| Mind once again clear
She steps into the light Maybe this time It'll turn out alright | |
| wiping the yesterday's tears off her face
putting her lovely smile back in place knowing it's happiness she she longs after allowing happiness to replace anger | |
| Resurrection finds its way
in a pathway through her veins in the form of sheer perfection; a love that will never be contained. | |
| The tears, have long since dried.
Trying to forget the reasons that she cried. committed to happiness, her sadness starts to fade. realizing now, that all the crying, in someway, has paid. | |
| time will pas on
thoughts will modify with time, With new thoughts ,new happiness glows, after all, that is life! | |
| when the tears of life
come to us we must live it and love those around us... | |
| She'll always have her memories
that she has left behind. She tries to hide the tears she cried, in the background of her mind. | |
| Her tears are like books
each one telling a story of pain and love of hope and worry of dreams for the future and of the past of memories that have been made to last | |
| She realizes now it was not what she saw.
She closed the book for a new beginning in life. A perfect love awaits her. One day she’ll be some mans wife. | |
| Her heart holds these books that will one day be read,
she will share her soul and won't have to dread, for the one who reads them will be one that truly loves her not for appearance, but for being true and undeniably beautiful inside and out | |
| She will bear his child,
And wear his ring, All the time wondering, Is this love a sure thing? | |
| One day she will be some mans wife
She will be his lover. She will be his very life. | |
| The love of a child,
The love of a husband, What causes this is truley a mistery, But love for another is truley a wonderfull thing. |

