Wanderer

A wanderer is she
Roaming around lonely
In the woods of her destiny;
For she was deserted by her deary,
Who used her as his play.
The one who had called her honey,
Has now abandoned her inhumanly;
And now she walks around solely
To find her life's responsibility;
How will she face the society,
That will mock her cruelly?
Will she ever rise up from the injury,
That has killed her without pity?
A Bonnie is she
Ruined by that beast of prey;
Time will heal her agony,
Her bleeding heart will replenish eventually,
As a Phoenix will she rise lively,
From the ashes to vitality!