The wondered,puzzled face carries about those splintered promises,
and still it is firmly alive,
because,it believes,while the dead soul'd resurrect,
they 'd again thrive.

Still she can feel the touches,
Still she can hear those praises,
they are now focused by all,
Though,the little girl is lost midst of mazes.

Where are those gifted strength and peace ?
she is looking for them.
And a true smile on your face,
are enough to sacrifice wealth and fame.

She is still confident,
in refusing all other terms,
As she has absorbed the power and need,
of your two bold arms.

-Shinjana