The cold tears stain the fresh pillow, the girls long slender body the is curled in a ball.

Her heart is cracked, bleeding, and broken, it was destroyed by a boy. He took her innocence.

She weeps for him, she weeps for her lost youth, and for his lack of grace.

Inside her soul she knew great things were destined to happen; her power is here.

Rising again she wipes the tears from her rosy cheeks and stands tall and proud.

Her mind is made up; nothing can stop her now. She is ready.

The boy who broke her is just a thing in the past.

No stone is left unturned, everything is different now. Different.

Her past is behind her, but leading the way.

A cry for justice, a prayer for hope.

In her eyes you see fiery passion.

Her soul longs for real love.

She stands up again, again.

Nothing will stop her.

She is…

Resilience.