Her

That's her, full of emotions, Sometimes sad, sometimes elation.... That's her, scratched from inside, Still smiling a little bit bright.... That's her, pierced like a sieve, But still trying to believe... That's her, bruised and scattered, As all the trust and beliefs are murdered.... That's her, trusting again, But sadly it's all in vain.... That's her, tired of this cage, Wants to fly but bind to this stage.... That's her, trying to break the rules, And nits her destiny by her own colourful wools....