Unbroken Mold

In her lies the mystery that no one knows,
if they only knew to walk the line she dares to go,
Or dream the dream of dreams where in our hearts we hold,
the power to live the life we yearn for, till our days grow old,
only truth speaks true when our reflection looks back with eyes empty and cold,
from a world of muffled cries, hidden tears, and fake smiles that are often sold,
She prays the day will come when our awakening radiates our love for life and causes us to unfold,
but in her dreams the dream remains an unbroken mold,
because in her lies the mystery that no one knows...