Her heart was pure in every way
But now broken and bruised, she lay
No one cared if she was dead or alive
But in this pain her heart still thrived
She cared not of anyone else's opinion
or hurtful comments. Her friends
Where nothing but torments. But
What kept her alive through out her
Pitiful life? Defiantly not her parents
They told her she cause nothing but
Strife. She was a child of God, with a
Heart of gold. She remained faithful
Even though her hell came to unfold.
So why can't we stay faithful when
Everything unfolds? Can't we find
Time to be transformed into
God's perfect molds?
