I know a girl
of a rare kind
one who still believes
in the fairy tales
of true love and soul mates

In search of love she wanders
handing out a piece of her
to everyone she believed in
all she wanted was to be loved
to find the one whom she could call
her soul mate

But I fear for that beautiful soul
untainted by the world's cruelty
every time she dared love
she got hurt for believing
I fear for when the day might come
when that last light of hope
would be extinguished
living the world in darkness

I would rather die
than to see that day
When she gives up
on her search for love