There she sat on her chair
Wondering how much she could bear?
the weight of the world on her shoulders
she feels like getting older
A smiling face she wear
and a sense of I dont care
Yet you can see in her eyes
Sadness in her heart even if she lies
though her tears she hold her fist
and for herself she'll do the Best
Even if she's left alone
no sorrow shown on her face
Even if she felt alone
she'll find her serenity place
Sarah Ibrahim ©
Sarah Ibrahim
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