Through the eyes of the passionate one

 

 

a child not met to be born
her soul was stronger than the destiny she was forlorn
Coming into this world she cried a spiritual soul
her mother heard her call and gave that child her all
An alcoholic father, a young mother lost
together they raised a saint at passion's cost
lost almost twice, she held her ground
tying into a spiritual song, of irredescent sound
she fought for her life,she gave it her all
she fell into the trap, singing a intense song
through the smoke, she saw the light
through the hard times she fought her fight
someone you may pass on the busy streets
someone you might lock eyes with and momentarily greet
only the passionate will see past her walls
and listen to her lonely midnight calls
one of the chosen, she has heard before
she prayers for a saviour to knock on her door
She knows that the storms will someday calm
but she don't know how long she can hold on

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

I see hope in those eyes as I imagined meeting the eyes of a stranger,
"someone you might lock eyes with and momentarily greet
only the passionate will see past her walls".

Possiblythe "met" in the first line should be changed to "meant".

I like your poems.