Kind

She wore a smile on her face like nothing matter In a place that's full of benefits and betrayal Her kind nature lit a passion like candles Burning one sense of insecurities away Scars that doesn't justify her false facade Eyes that's looks in sync of the abyss Hassen on her brain she knows this is not her home For everywhere she goes her past seem to follow Battlefield and battle fiend destroy what she once built Seeming like the gods doesn't want her to win Nation upon nation they own creation crumble Kind was not no more than a chess piece design to play a role To quench the raising conflict of the competition