She ceases to exist from herself 
She'd be the feeder and a breeder
She'd be the sole compromiser
She'd be the sole contemplator
She'd be their sole consoler
Yet, she  knows no aternate to replenish for herself, 
other than to make others feel alive
She can be more than herself, but never sees if is she alive.

She'd be the medicine to problems
She'd be the hook of several ties
She'd be the reason of their smiles
She'd be the key of their lives
She'd be their wind to dry
Yet, she  knows no aternate to replenish for herself, 
other than to make others feel alive
She can be more than herself, but never sees if is she alive.

She ceases to exist from herself
She'd be the helping machine
She'd be that one feel, one touch
She'd be the scar in her pain
She'd be the love of their life
Yet, she knows no alternate to replenish for
herself, 
other than make others feel alive
She can be more than herself, but never sees if is she alive.

She ceases to exist from herself
She'd be the doting daughter
She'd be the obedient wife
She'd be the relaxer of her beloved
She'd be the painkiller of their aches
Yet, she knows no alternate to replenish for 
herself, 
other than to make others feel alive
She can be more than herself, but never sees if is she alive.

She ceases to exist from herself
She'd be the housequeen and a worker
She'd be the sweat of her labor
She'd be the water of the vessel 
She'd be the pillow of their tears
Yet, she knows no alternate to replenish for 
herself, 
other than to make others feel alive
She can be more than herself, but never sees if is she alive.

She ceases to exist from herself
She'd be the sun to sunshine
She'd be the drops to rain
She'd be the lows to highs
She'd be their glamor to success 
Yet, she knows no alternate to replenish for 
herself, 
other than to make others feel alive
She can be more than herself, but never sees if is she alive.