Eyes never making contact that is true
behind the faces there lingers a chill
Changed in a way that never will be
Void of emotion, she knows no freedom
Once a colourful bird of the sky
She now is a raven destined never to fly
Her tears are her sorrow, her mind no release
from dreams of darkness,
Faceless masses, no peace
She never admits, her cries go unheard
No one can love her, it seems so absurd
In one childs lifetime the rest is cut loose
Now looks forward to a life entrapped in a noose
She will go on her life has no end
For she cannot take the comfort of a friend.....
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