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She's a soldier for her pains,
voluntary;
out of spite she hides
in the hole her mother dug so deep.
And daily when the songbirds sing,
painful thoughts of past they bring;
try to cast her brutal thoughts aside,
but deep within her heart they hide.
It's a long fall down that hole,
short one-way;
light so close, yet so far away.
Broke and weary she struggles to hold on.
And daily when the songbirds sing,
painful thoughts of present they bring;
try to cast her brutal thoughts aside,
but deep within her heart they hide.
A lost soul that will never be found.
An opaque mirror,
she's non-constructive; self-destructive,
never to reflect her beauty to the world.
And daily when the songbirds sing,
painful thoughts of future they bring;
try to cast her brutal thoughts aside,
but deep within her heart they hide.
Copyright © Chris Patton | Year Posted 2006
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