Belief

Tears trail down her bright red cheek

as she walks through the silent crowd.

They stare at her for the answers they seek,

but don't realize they can never be said out loud.

Dirty glares and raging stares

light a fire in her eyes.

She walks past them without a care,

and leaves them to their beloved lies.

She knows that there is something deep

and lights flicker above her head.

She never needed their belief,

most are appalled by what she's said.

Her words of wisdom are often ignored,

no one wants to believe.

She lets misconception be where it's stored,

she knows it's something they can't concieve.

False accusations litter her life,

the lights blink harder.

She doesn't let them cause her strife.

She knows what she is only makes her smarter.

Let the doubt crawl in.

Call her witch, call her enchantress.

She never wished any harm.

Her only goal is to heal.

She's sworn to defend others

from the dark that settles behind you.

She protects you like a mother

and she really doesn't mind to.

But for those who point fingers,

those who doubt her capability,

there will be no assistance,

there will be no protection from the dark.

Her light will be used somewhere else

and she will prevail.

She has little time

for those who claim she'll fail.

But be wary of her presence nonbeliever,

see the lights blink at your demise.

Never underestimate the power,

of the light that burns in her eyes.