Samantha Irene
Samantha Irene
Was a little angel with a golden, round face
Always smiling but never really saying anything
A home seemingly happy
And a future as bright as the sun
But she works for it and sometimes must fail to succeed
In the shadow of the one before her
Her glasses cannot help her vision now
But the one before her can
Thanks to love
She is guarded
And drives places only with the help of another
She is still young, but always aging
Oh, aren’t we all, Samantha Irene?
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