It's the human journey,
Watch it as it grows,
Pain washed away by tears,
A young woman being experienced,
Somtimes it creates evil,
Knowing that nothing can hold her back,
Every force allows her to dive,
She would let her chest arise,
For the last second,
Before she gave in,
There is no barrier,
She was once exposed to the red carpet,
She has stepped and sunk into quicksand of blackness,
But she listens to her voice,
Songs of innocence,
Yell out the clouds of the north star,
She floats and let it guide her,
Somehow the experience tells her legends of the wise,
She becomes the well aware angel,
Telling the story of miracles,
Though she has never been the witness,
She somtimes knew the impossible,
But never aware of the power that can be exposed,
She is cursed,
By the spirit that lifts her,
It's the time when you are given,
Food to feed the hungry,
It makes you well aware of hearing,
The remarks of others,
Not caring but with care,
Someday it may fade,
But she experienced the rebirth,
Of her future and past of being whole.