In the silence of the lonely night,
An abandoned child, with tear-stained face,
Stood to stand alone, bathed in pale moonlight,
Lost in a world of pain and grace.

A stubborn desire burns within,
To chase away the shadows deep,
To find a place where love has been,
And in her heart, a promise to keep.

Though left behind, cast aside,
A flickering flame in the dark,
She held onto hope as her guide,
A beacon in this endless stark.

She longed for arms to hold her tight,
To mend the wounds that marked her soul,
To whisper words that feel so right,
And make her finally feel whole.

Through shattered dreams and broken trust,
It fuels her spirit, makes her strong,
Her stubborn desire will not rust,
And carries her where she belongs.

In the depths of her despair,
For in this pain, she still aspires,
She clung to hope with silent prayer,
To find her place, her heart's true fire.

© Simrans
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