I am a weeping child that’s gone astray,
Like a stray puppy, hungry nor, cold
Nor weak or angry but sullen and hopeless
With memories that pierces the heart
I, a princess, honored and respected
I, a daughter, Cherished and prized
Now in remains of faded beauty, devoid of honor, respect
I, a lover, blind and thoughtless, drowned in lust
I am a weeping child that’s choose my path, ignoring my rope of existence
For forewarned was I of him, yet caught in the webs of his exquisiteness I danced not glanced
For cautioned was I of him, yet his shade blinded my gaze and confined my reasons
I, a princess, honored and respected in pursuit of uncertainty is dishonored and disrespected
I, a daughter now in the winds, awaken not by crows of cocks or singing birds but by howls of packs,
I, ones a desired friend of all
But now even the rain, the streaking stream nor the morning sun befriends me
I am a weeping child that’s gone astray for ashes have I traded beauty,
Now old and feeble, sullied by scars
To whom shall I my tale tell?
To the lilies, the blossoming flowers of the day.
To who shall I my woes woo?
To the teenage in whose feeble hands the key to the future lain.
For they may hear and adhere, learn and discern
I a disciple of my instinct is failed perhaps left only, to render a meaning to you.
Obey them parent; honor them, the light that leads us.
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