Unbroken

Far away in a distant land, lives a girl whos small and tanned.
She walked her road, calling nothing her own abode.
Each day she lived for a vision, on that she based each decision.
She would see many faces and visit many places,
but always she would look towards the Oasis.

Across a desert she walked on day, when a man stopped her saying she had to pay.
She looked around with dismay not knowing what to say.
With a sigh she set her last coins in his hand, but each turned to sand.
He laughed asking, "What would I use that for in this land?"
With a mocking grin he reached out his other hand, with that she took off an ran.

Soon she was once again alone, when she heard a distant groan.
At her feet lay a woman in fear, drawing back as the girl got near.
The girl asked of her fear, and the womans face became a sneer.
"You think you could run from me?" and she turned into the man who demanded the fee.
The girl turned and asked, "What do you want with me?"
He pointed at the bag she had in tow, "I think you already know."

She backed away, knowing she could not pay.
What he asked was to great, and would lead to a devistating fate.
But he took her bag make her sit and wait, making her grow to hate.
It was not his to open up and she felt she would erupt.

Moments later he left her sitting broken, with her bag wide open.
She jumped at a sound knowing an unbided fear had been awoken,
something the man had left as a mocking token.
No tears came only a dull fear, though she felt her Masters presence near.
She looked up and began to speak hoping He would hear.

"It was not his to take and he did it only for his own sake,
Where do I now run, when you call up the sun?
What do I now have to give, for what do I now live?
Everywhere I go, I will always know."

The heavens seemed silent at her pain, but soon started to rain.
The thunder roled and lightening struck out of her range, she knew her Father was enraged.
Soon the only sound was the hard falling rain, He was in pain.
No child should have to go though such fear, nor experience that kind of hurt so near.
She wrapped her arms around herself, knowing she would once again know His 'wealth'

She stood up in the storm, feeling tired and worn.
No matter how much she felt beaten and torn, He really was the one who bore.
She would finish her race, knowing not all was waste.
She had been given a taste and that caused her to continue her haste.
One more time she lifted her face for awhile and He turned her frown into a smile.