A story is so told,
of a troubled lass,
she’s a young soul,
but an angered girl,
wishes she was bold,
but that’s asking too much,
her eyes; black as coal,
her heart; searching for love,
her smile: breathtaking to behold,
her mind; a misguided path,
her gift; giving her all,
her downfall; yielding to the bad of this world,
her wish; for a braver bone,
her fear; watching her dreams crash,
as she sings some sad old song!
My wish; this story took a different turn,
but it just isn’t so.

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