"Once a mangled mess of integrity

Now stands this lonely woman on her own,

In the truest form of sincerity

Held together with sinew, flesh, and bone.

Hope does not come easy to this woman

Whose pride is her family's true challenge,

In death, endurance of life she summons;

Curiosity of Ambition's binge.

And all the while she trusts herself alone

For Fate has not found her hidden quite yet,

It seems in love checkerboard hearts are shown

Laughter and tears are among them I bet.

Painted converse, her clothes are ripped and frayed,

At last, to sorrow, goodbye she will bade.