A living whirlpool, a thunder to break the glass,
A crimson blood full of surprise,
A broken glass moulded by the imperfections,
But just another girl you can pass by.
A near miss to the grim life,
A curl bent to beauty in the world of silk and sleek,
A spirt learnt to battle the wars unseen,
But just another struggling soul you pass by.
A girl with eyes as piercing as a needle,
A body with the light of settled moondust,
A speech so melodious to the ears of listeners,
But just another girl unrecognized among the crowd.
A gold piece purified in the furnace,
A stronghold made of iron,
A heart as pure as a dove,
But just another girl unrecognized among the crowd,
A girl born of chaos.