Who Is She?

Even the strands of her hair

Couldn’t stop caressing her beautiful face

She stood tall in confidence In a pair 

With a savage yet elegant grace 

A voice not Afraid to speak out 

And a mind of independent thoughts

With a soul of sprit and new routes 

She’ll fight and she has fought 

She twirled in her red dress 

Like rich wine in a Crystal glass 

You’d never know she’s a pretty mess 

Bitterly behind Underneath it all

And there it rattles in distrust 

that cage around her heart 

Even if she wanted to trust 

Those gates could rarely ever part 

Would you know who she is? 

For who knew her really? 

Well if anyone ever did 

They’d be too lost to speak 

For she’s only a dream to see