She cried, no tears were falling down but smiles were drawn all around.
She cried, neither one hears nor sees, how lucky it is.
She cried, she let it out but somehow something left inside and won't come out.
She cried, she spoke, not to her buddy and enemy, just one and only Him.
She cried, sitting down at the corner of the room, she made it gloom.
She cried, but she smiled, to herself and everyone else.
She wasn't lucky but she knew she's steady.
She wasn't great but she knew she has the strength.
She wasn't wealthy but she knew she had more than enough.
She wasn't pretty but she never cares.
She wasn't superb but she's trying to be the best.
She hopes she will be happy.
She hopes she will be pretty.
She hopes she will be wealthy.
She hopes she will be the best.
She hopes she will be loved and get to love.
She hopes she has company.
Not in this faking world,
not by those cheating humans,
not for these meaningless money and property,
not with those pretenders,
but from one and only,
her God,
from which she asks for a life,
for happiness,
for greatness,
in the heaven.
(^^,)