“Miss High and Mighty” Man's Cruelty

Others said that she’s nice and bright, How could men be so cruel?

Doesn’t back down without a fight. I asked when I saw you bled.

Faced with troubles? She paves the way. How could men be so cruel?

“Miss High and Mighty,” so they say. That I asked when you were dead.

Though compliments are nice to hear, Got poisoned, whipped, shot, and killed,

It is something she cannot bear. Remaining scars; not yet healed.

Joy is seen in the smile she wears, So, I said, they’re so unkind,

But "Lord," she said, "hear my prayer." To my loving friend, so kind.

With one swift move, she gets applause. You’re mistreated; it's a fact.

Still, when idling, she’s admired. Oh, how I loathe all their acts.

But 'rest' was all she longed for ‘cause Seeing you was all I want.

Miss "High and Mighty's" sick and tired. But due to them, I now can’t.

To powerless, she lends her hand, As you took your final breath,

Though Miss as well feels weak and small. Know I love you until death.

Hoped they knew she needed a hand, To my love, who's in the sky,

When she's about to break and fall. Go run free and fly so high.