She was a maid who was made out of sorrow.
A waitress from what so ever and stayed clever.
She was a woman who used to talk back but
never behind it while she awaited her success through a
prominent hollow mindset and as a maid, she was made out
of honor. She knew sooner rather than later what was never...
never for her to uncover and she was a main priority for herself and any,
anybody else but she couldn't stay.
Forever... as the waves set, she pondered as if it was all in vain:
What if one day would come... when she awaited.
To get to wait him, as the waitered waitress she was.
She was a maid, made out of sorrow who awaited with honor to wait her love.