maya pt 3

With folded hands she sits kneeling
its another day that she'll pray
maya hates her disappointments but keeps her hope
an unlost treasure for her yet,be the end what it may

she smiles through her days wondering why she doesn't mean it
maya tries to reason with herself and convince her mind
the light at the end of her tunnel that she doesn't see
is not truant, its just something that she doesn't need.

for some she lives a story commendable
for some its another life expendable
her universe whose centre maya is but alone
turns its back on her, leaves her thinking
unlike the rest, is only her sadness set in stone

she berates herself for choking life out of her life
and congratulates for things accomplished
when maya gathers courage to think of the past twenty seven
she sheds a dried up tear, wishes again for which she's always wished

gather around the pieces of your life dear maya
don't let them scatter ... they might take your hope away
and so that you believe you can begin to live again
alongside you, i kneel, hands folded...i too will pray.