She sat atop the hill
As a tear rolled down her cheek
She looked down at the mill
Tattered and broken by protests
The mill was like her heart
Wounded by its own dear men
And everyone watched it torn
But no one cared a dime
As she looked up at the skies
A light shone down on her
A voice spoke in mind numbing peace
"Adversities child, they come and go
People, they come and go
Your heart, it's one, unlike them million people or adversities
Once torn, no thread can sew it back
So smile, because it's special.
So smile, for your smile shows the God resting within you."