the portrait of the woman once was.

her eyes inviting, her smile aglow,
her beauty captivating the whole world to know
her heart on canvas, her feelings to show
the portrait of a woman once was.

she had a purpose, for people to see
the true perception of those who are free
she was created to remind you and me
of a liberty from not so long ago.

the crowds, they came from far and near
to see how this concept of life would appear
her face full of joy and absent of fear
was what they sought, and once could find

but as time progressed, her eyes grew tired
it seemed as though she lost her fire
and something on the inside was dying
this portrait of a woman once was .

then all of a sudden, the smile turned to hate,
the eyes were full of rage and seemed quite irate,
spite written all over her once precious face,
and disappointment fell on us all.

she was no longer beautiful, no glint in her eyes,
what once was cherished was now far from a prize
and she longed for her dying self to be recognized
yet her own vain conceit was her murderer.

her canvas was rotting, her paint had gone dry,
yet she still tried to smile, to run from the lie
she had created, that she was the reason why
people had come from miles around.

but you see, her Creator was where credit was due.
He was her glory, and only He could make her new.
so no matter what, seek what is true
for the woman once was could someday be you.