She was a lonely soul;
Wandering around the world unknown.
No one knew her name;
They only knew her shame and regret and pain.
She was a lonely picture;
Plastered on a wall undusted forever.
No one cared she was falling;
Drowning in her appalling misery calling.
He touched her in a way she never knew;
Not physical, but spiritual and made her new.
Everyone saw the mighty change;
Her entire life sang a song rearranged.
He mended her scars;
And cast her sins away far.
Her joy is her battle cry;
For the lost souls far and wide.