All the hues I see in your eyes
All the buds that bloom in your heart
I know my dear, is staring at you
With all its might piercing you.
They said there’s no hope around
But, I know there’s a lot within.
Look out my dear, for this is not the end.
You have to rise, above all silhouettes.
All those beasts, who tore you off
Must know, now on
That torn wings are glued stronger
To fly high and eschew falls.
Don’t fade away, paint yourself bright.
Show you are not just flesh, but more.
More than enough, to show-off proud.
She asked her daughter, a rape victim.
