PART I:
A prized gem she was, an elegant sparkle in the fields
They say the Gods blessed her twice
Once for beauty, Twice for intelligence, both of which surpassed her genes
Oh how they envied her, yet they beamed with pride
Their eyes twinkling as they spoke fondly of the little girl
The little girl who brought fame to their town
The little girl who leaped hurdles to escape their lives
The highest scorer on the national entrance exams
But no one was more proud than her big brother
Who dearly loved his little sister, the light of his life
But his heart, it was no match for her fiery streak
Then doomsday came, swiping his world like a tornado
Who was the girl crying on the phone?
Who was the girl who had let it all go through one hasty decision?
"It's not too late," he managed to say,
The last chance he could bring his little sister back from this strange woman, no longer the little girl he knew
"No," she sobbed, "I wish to keep the child"
The phone crashed, his soul crashed,
It couldn't be his little sister speaking, who was this strange woman?
Working until his fingers smeared with blood, but not more than his bleeding heart
"Strength, where are you when I need you?" he hollers to the wind.
She came back, but not to him, no, his little sister was still studying
Who was this strange woman with a protruding belly?
Blinding his eyes, he locked himself out of her view,
"I'm sorry," the strange woman cried, her tears no longer wetting his heart
"But lies can only deceive ever so long", the winds hissed.
Compelling their forces, they pushed her down
Forced to look, his heart sagged, when was the moment it turned back to paper?
Pain seeped through his bones, "Why, it was an illusion all along," he realized.
The sparkles dulled, the gem reverted back to simple stone,
"She's just a lost child."
His duty, lost in his illusions, but not too late, never too late
The little girl with braids, could it be another illusion?
His little sister, was she really back?
"No," he corrected himself sternly.
Another lost child, a child without a mother
Could he be a mother and father?
A smile on his lips, he looked up at the heavens
Strength had finally answered his prayers
The silent voice, cold tears dripping down her cheeks
How she wished to find the key
The key that unlocked the gates to her throat,
Unleashed the stories in her heart