Blind to others focus, yet vigilant on speech, she often understands, but never could she preach. She wishes she was always more, but only more to give, she hates herself for what she loves, for its her strongest will to live. She works in many ways, that's why she doesn't understand, that what she wants and what she needs, are in another's hands. Her words replace the silence, but only feelings give them life, she knows that she knows nothing, for her knowledge was lost to strife.
