In whispers of hope, she dances like a swan,
Pretty and placid in the gentle glow of dawn.
She flows like the cold water of the stream,
Holding heartbreak, a longing dream.
She's fragile, soft, a hopeless romantic so serene,
Deep inside, her bruised soul holds a buried scream.
Her wings bludgeoned,
Her smile faded, she's lost hope, all her dreams scrunched.
She yearns for the love which resides inside,
But past betrayals and wounds in her heart abide.
They chain her, following the light of hope,
For she can't walk on the burnt rope.
Connecting her to the igniting love,
For she kept broken trust above.
Yet she fights with the dark nights,
The nights that stop her from finding light.
To escape from the trauma which holds her tight.
