She.

Raindrops on her inextinguishable wildfire

She could have seen it all

All long before

Before the challenges she faced ashore

Waves were the language he spoke

He waved and she stayed silent

She cried and shouted in the night

Asking why

To be loved

Sensitivity was the weapon she made

The weakness she was reflected

Inexcusable universal pain

Unfaulted that she had the depth

Unbounded she was

Untamed with every sorts of chains

Her words were indeed symbolic

Gifted with the language of the world

Unable to speak and it was early

No one knew her words

Still

Grateful she has been

Grateful for everything she's faced

Still bounded to the same face

Reverse parabola

He was the only one that got

She forgave him

After one day he had no eyes for the real lies

He hadn't the sight of light

She was the needle in the chaff

Unfound & unlost

She took her own way

Cause she had to solve the tangle of her rose

She relinquished

Relinquished with the thought of salvation

She was bounded

Bounded to her unspoken symbolic tongue

She had to speak.