In life, I know that everybody cries.
But I’ve never seen a tear from her eyes
Since her first breathed breathe, till the last breath dies.
Her small story was long and left unclear.
I won’t tell, from the rumors I had hear,
Not sad but surely made me shed a tear.
I learned from this story filled with reddish blue
That she did cry, even more than most of you.
But tears aren’t visible, till you look her through.