When She Speak

I have a friend
her name is unknown
but she’s a married girl,
or so she says when she speak.

She’s made of a soul of lost tears
and she don’t know where to turn
so she pretend and she speak.

She’s unfaithful
and she seek for something out there,
something she could never find.

She is a lost child
but she has a heart of gold.
Nobody sees her and nobody listen
when she speak.

She’s a girl of many words
and she’s a girl nobody has left alone.
But yet, her loneliness is buried inside her soul,
and yet she cries these words
when she speak.