The girl who held her pride high, tripped and fell in love
Swallowed by her desires and now can't speak of
Perfection is what she saught, used herself as a tool
Perfection she tries to build, then made herself a fool.
This girl is a warrior with a naked armor
Go forth to battle trying to be calm and firm,
Like a tree she is, trying to be tall as she can be
Strong may it seem but easily blown by the wind.
I felt sorry for that clumsy girl,
For that love she believed, she could conquer,
Now the price doesn't seem to be right
Cause she's down and have given up the fight
Her eyes are wide open but can not see
That there's more to life and be free,
That this girl should held her pride again!
To conceal her weakness and hide the pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written story of a young girl that pride.. many images can be seen here.. thanks you for sharing......10+++