Have you seen such a person whose clothes are as soft as the wool of a sheep
Yet her eyes are deepened by the sorrow and lack of compassion.
She does not want to show off but she always does without knowing so
Her stares are like blades that could kill your soul all the way
She wears a fine cloak of a skilled and grown woman
Though she smiles like there is nothing left in her
She tells you stories that make you think
Is there any faith or was it just fake?
She speak like she's the only one who knows
Yet she know so little
She acts as if she cares a lot
But her words are like sword stabbing you in the back
Softly spoken, she tells you what she want
But the meaning in the words are like poisoned in the heart
Yet in this lifetime, who would know do they really exists?
Lurking everywhere without a hint
Beware and be not deceived!
