She.

Raindrops on her inextinguishable wildfireShe could have seen it allAll long beforeBefore the challenges she faced ashore

Waves were the language he spokeHe waved and she stayed silentShe cried and shouted in the nightAsking whyTo be loved

Sensitivity was the weapon she madeThe weakness she was reflectedInexcusable universal painUnfaulted that she had the depth

Unbounded she wasUntamed with every sorts of chainsHer words were indeed symbolicGifted with the language of the worldUnable to speak and it was earlyNo one knew her words

StillGrateful she has beenGrateful for everything she's facedStill bounded to the same faceReverse parabolaHe was the only one that got

She forgave himAfter one day he had no eyes for the real liesHe hadn't the sight of lightShe was the needle in the chaffUnfound & unlostShe took her own wayCause she had to solve the tangle of her rose

She relinquishedRelinquished with the thought of salvationShe was boundedBounded to her unspoken symbolic tongue

She had to speak.