Through all the pain,
She can smile,
But only for a little while.
Through all the hate,
She can endure,
As long as there's an escaping door.
Through all the heartche,
She can love,
Only because of God above.
Through all the fighting,
She can hold her tongue,
Almost as if she isn't young.
Through all the darkness,
She can see,
As long as there's an angel lead.
Through all the gossip,
She can hear,
Only if the truth is near.
Through all the weakness,
She can be strong,
But only when the road's not long.
Through all the pressure,
She can be calm,
Only with someone holding her palm.
Through all the tears,
She can speak,
As long as her listeners are meek.
xoxo
