She

She is scarred

But she is full of life

She dreads the crowd

But she is set to fight

She is a silent voice

But she can be tough

She fancies the moon, the sky and the stars

She wants to be one

But she is full of doubts

She is a wandering soul,

A faint star,

A firm believer and

A mighty dreamer.

She dreams from morning to night

Where the mornings give her rays of hope

And the nights prompt her happy thoughts

There she had her endless dreams;

Dreams which shove light

To the darkness of her life

She herself knows that

Dreams are hard to reach

But she always believes.