Yet She Smiled

She was soft and the winter snow was out learning good deeds as we know. Imprisonment or the dead penalty nothing can affect the inner cruelty. She was broken yet she smiled he owned his moustache but she was just a child. She was dying with trepidation the day she was left alone in her nation. Except the conscience of the man No criticism can do what it can. Remembering the human that within you lies the day guilt dies humanity dies. She was broken yet she smiled he owned his moustache but she was just a child. She was laid there very still her thoughts were simply nothing for him this was a drill. He took her all thanks to his Wildness and alcohol. She was broken yet she smiled he owned his moustache but she was just a child he owned his moustache but she was just a child she was just a child