An abstract that will find its rhyme,
A rebel against nature and time.
Love brutally deprived of grace,
Innocence has a battered face.
Because diplomacy is not my forte,
Solitude, my last resort.
Silence is my war cry.
Hopes, proved futile, refuse to die.
You may be flying high,
I reach the stars with a sigh.
Dreams, tearful eyes can’t see,
A thousand wishes and one me.