The Girl With the Fiddle
She stands alone
Overlooking the ocean, the world
From her cliff of music
She plays the song of life,
Death, love, hate
Her voice of a goddess
Her tunes of heaven
Keep the world revolving.
And when she stops playing,
The world stops playing with.
Copyright © Ashley Hensley | Year Posted 2016
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