She Could Have Been
She had something special.
Something she just couldn't see.
Something inside that kept her alive.
Something she just couldn't free.
She had something special.
Something the whole world could see.
Something inside that kept them alive.
Something that turns like the sea.
She could have been a doctor.
A noblemen or a priest.
The way she heals the masses,
She could have been a mystic.
She has something special.
Something she gives for free.
Something inside that's kept her alive.
Something I wish were in me.
She has something special.
Something the whole world can see.
Something inside that keeps us alive.
Something we wish she could see.
Copyright © Mary Campbell | Year Posted 2010
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