The dawn breaks with the tender rays of the Sun
Lighting up her once beautiful face, rivaled by none
Now tainted by deep, painful scars
Gifted by her beloved, trusted ‘pals’.
Like Caesar, she was stabbed, dishonored
By Brutus and his comrades, who cornered
Her; Why, only the kind Lord knows!
‘Cause she never gave them sorrows.
Yet, here she is, thoroughly betrayed
By the very people for whom she prayed!
The wounds they left with their daggers
Are mere, salty shallow waters
Compared to the scars that her heart bore,
They were as deep as the deepest ocean, even more!
Yet, none of the brutes ever thought or knew
That each stab she received forced her to renew
Like the phoenix, burning with a blazing flame
That refuse to die out even in the stormy rain..
She now wears her scars with utmost pride
For they tell her how she survived the bumpy ride
She now wears a sly, determined smile
For it is now her most powerful wile
To win her a deserving, unique place
In this mad, lost human race
So out she comes, with the exposed scars
That twinkle like the brightest stars,
With the breeze caressing them tenderly,
Whispering encouragement with love, dearly.