Tides of illusion

She wept in sorrow, deep distress;
her grief no one knew,
her voice never heard,
her face never seen.

she was born on a mulberry tree, she said,
she hated the way she looked,
she felt like the sand kicked.

From dawn to dusk,
with fear and hate,
with flesh and blood,she prayed.
she prayed to see the angel beneath,
whom would lurk the land of glee.

Moved by the sweet little heart she had,
was she shown the path to spree,
where she saw her man to be,
Of all the things her soul went through,
this was the one that was true,
until she knew it was misconstrue.

Held by the waves of coy within,
hit by the tides of cold outside,
slapped by the stick of morals one side,
burnt by the fire of passion,all sides;

Trapped by the power of love; she wept,
stumped by the realm of truth; she wept,
pinned by the wheel of time; she wept,
gulled by the shell of null; she wept

Her grief no one knew,
Her voice never heard,
Her face never seen.