Her Story

She still remembers her childhood days,

When she had a big smile on her face.

You call it memories,

Or you call it just a phase.

She used to laugh over the dancing girls,

And play with the colorful pearls.

Those colors were her joy of life,

And as they faded, she had to strive.

The laugh on her face,

Turned into a pain no one could ever trace.

Still she has a will in her heart,

To make it as it was in the start.

It's the story of every girl,

Where she starts to uncurl.

Now her step's up to smile,

And her story will be worthwhile.