She was very dirty.

She didn't belong to her parents.

She didn't have a friend.

Her love didn't love her,

Still down her cheek, never fell a tear.

Perhaps, she was tired of crying.

Perhaps, she was tired of living.

Perhaps, she was pleading for her death.

Perhaps, God was not ready to accept her.

For sure, she was very dirty.

For sure, she was a burden for the Earth.

For sure, she was a burden for the heaven above.

For sure, she was a burden for the hell below.