Silent voice, silent tears Rays of hope, glistening fears She stood there with a smile on her face Was it happiness or her last cry of pain. It didn't make much sense Her eyes spoke something else Sparks flew deep inside her self So small, the darkness swallowed her face. So much for trying her best She wept as she pulled her daggers away. I felt pity, for such a sweet soul Such a beauty burning in flames. She stood there like a mirrorball Center of a party filled with flames Trying her best to find her spark, With a hope to change her fate. She dreamed of a miracle Like a resurrection from her grave. To rise from the underworld With bejeweled skin and hair. I saw her shining at that party Bright and lonely Did she knew that her broken pieces Were another's miracle to praise. My dreams were blessed by her rays Her imperfect broken mirrors Treated a broken one's faith And she was the miracle, she craved. - Celestial