Those unseen bonds, forever cherish’d,
Decaying souls, with time, more perish’d;
A dream, beautiful, to last till eternity,
A voice, so gentle, to bring on serenity;
Those woes left unspoken, and maybe, forever unseen,
That made her weep, with scars umpteen;
Somewhere, suddenly, rose a prayer,
To heal the wounds, of the heart of the slayer;
While she marvell’d at the power of words,
Someone was always there to mock her works;
But, at the end, good deeds paid off,
Dreams were to life, as sugar was to coff.