She is unlovable, deranged,
She is so gullible and strange,
Yet comes another day, and charming masks are donned.
The notes are fusing into tacts,
And she becomes what she enacts,
You want to rescue her - she always walks alone.
She is a giantess for dwarfs,
Her passions simmer and engulf,
No matter what she gets, she never has enough.
Her world is tearing apart,
And she emerges, bright and hard,
And shadows hear her sardonic quiet laugh.
She cannot love a living man,
But she returns where she began
And saves her tenderness for tending to the weak.
The wisdom grows, absolves the pain,
And not a moment goes in vain,
And she becomes what she believes - and so do we.