The Purple swan swam
In the waters of rejection
Where her reflection revealed
A heart that had been broken
How she longed to be loved,
How she longed to be seen
As the beauty that God had created
And that in her heart, she believed
She couldn’t understand
How so many could be so blind,
Why could they not see her and
Why were they so unkind?
There were no reasons for her misery
But she found sweet freedom in this fact,
That she was God’s wonderful creation
And in His love for her, she could rest at last.
