She has no experience in love, no insight into what others call life

She is always silent, she never gets to roll the dice.

Nature has never compared its merchandise with her innocence,

Never given her the descretion to open her eyes,

She wasn't given the gift of what others called prudence.

God granted her vision demise.

She has always wondered what it would be,

She has always wanted to know what could be,

If on any certain day 'He' changed his mind.

Her beauty is beyond compare,

With flaming strands of golden hair,

With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.

But what a pity,

she cannot appreciate her beauty.

How mignanamous and just of 'Him'

she just can't.

It all comes to an end when she realizes what she has

She has the sound of the baby's cries for what it is worth,

She has the sound of the waves while they rush back and forth,

She has the chatter of birds in the morning when she wakes up.

For some, she has it all.

Others mock her will to laugh.

But in all truthfullness,

she will never embrace the essence of the rainbow.

She will never know what red is.

She will never know what blue is.

She will never know what life really is.