Veiled in rage she came out.
Ah! The light she had seen at last.
She had stood at door with doubt.
Alas, now came out with a blast.
She had deep stories to tell
But chose to shout the least of words.
Fearful if those drops may fell,
She herself adorned against all worlds.
Too proud to think she's weak,
That all may think but she's not.
She is strong; strong at the peak
And trench of the heart's every note.
And then she knew the eyes would fail.
So she did come with her veil
To hide and cover all her shame;
Let the pillow alone know her name.
