She always wanted something to call her own,
She searched and searched and got lost in vain,
It was the time when he spoke,
Brutality is a way of life,
Happiness never comes without strife,
Each one have struggle have pain.
He wasn't her lover,
He wasn't a stranger,
He wasn't just an ordinary speaker,
He was the one whom she could always count,
He was her heart,
He was her best mate.
Peacefully she listen to him when things go wrong,
He is the one who sings her a song,
A song of hope,
A song of joy,
A song to inspire,
A song to aspire before she expire.