The Girl
Once there was a girl so small,
Innocent, naive,
She saw the good in everyone,
Too trusting to believe.
She looked up high to figures bright,
And learned what they had shown:
To pray, to trust, to kneel in faith,
And never stand alone.
She grew into the “good girl,”
Applauded, calm, and mild,
Not broken, lost, or unaware,
Just quiet as a child.
In a world of rules, reward and pain,
She learned to stand still,
She learned that order kept her safe,
And silence bent her will.
She stayed prayerful, haters around,
Yet chose to make no sound,
Believing storms would always pass
If silence could be found.
Just an ordinary girl,
With a gentle, fading smile,
The kind you barely remember
After a little while.
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