Rare she hears, but she doesn't really see
She only knows who she is and will always be
Sometimes sad and full of pain
Life has tarnished, left a stain
Still she sees good in so many things
Embracing each day and what it may bring
She hides herself from many that think they know her
Wearing a mask, faking a smile, letting them see only a blur
But a key is held to a door
He holds it with a smile and knows for sure
She is His, and is true to her role
He has seen the silhouette of her soul