Nothing left but an empty shell.
Every minute in the past you dwell.
All that’s good, passed you by;
Only hopes and wounds now open lie.
If life were but a mirage on water,
How swift we could, evil slaughter.
But alas it has been etched on stone;
Clinging to every drop of blood, every bone.
You can’t run, never that fast.
Stay Hidden? It would never last.
Escape, a choice not in the script,
A day late you realize you were tricked.
Hold your head high, reel those tears in,
Stumble not, for otherwise they win.
A smile that doesn't falter at the worst of times,
Words that have melody and always rhymes;
For let them not know, you are now a tuneless song,
The happy little girl is gone since long.
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