One Day…

When will her day come without a curse ?
Will it be better ,will it be worse?
She was the black in a flock of white
But nothing she torched became bright

Her soul bore a light
And even if dead , for the truth she would fight
Kindness named her nurse
But we all knew she had nothing in her purse.

One day I hope, life will mend she who he has torn
One day I pray , her persistence will be adorn
Then maybe, mornings will make her smile
And her talking bottles she burn in a pile .

Miidong