Her teardrops in silence whines,
Still she acts like she is fine,
Daggers buried in her heart,
Not knowing where to start,
Her beauty in melancholy,
Stained and shied away from society,
Her hymn ever mellow,
Her pain far from shallow,
Her whimpers ring out,
And to deaf ears they shout,
All she needs is a listener,
Who hears her words unspoken,
Someone who sees that she is beautifully broken,
So, I am here to hear her soul's cry,
I am here to see her ego die,
But still I know that she is strong,
This is nowhere she belongs,
But doesn't she know—
The rain comes before a rainbow?
  I know her sorrow will someday flee,
Her song again will be of glee,
Someday,
One day,
I know she'll be okay.

CMT
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You know who you are. Stay strong, love. The sun will shine again.