Imperfect the world is, imperfect I'am.
She's a silent woman, she was never been alone.
Traveling is what she wants, she desires for it.
She kept it low, she kept it all.
Even if she shouts, there will be no voice.
For even her voice was taken away from her.
She was brave and fought hard every day of her life.
Though having sleepless nights, she faces the day with a smile.
She save many lives, yet no one was able to save her soul.
Instead, they drown her in a dark muddy water, buried alive.
Laughter was there in her grave, laughter of insult.
It echoed in every part of the water, but no one help her.
Rage kept her alive in the depths of darkness.
She was mad, revenge had sprouted, yet she remain to love the people around her.