shes raised strong
from a long line of women she is taught to hold her own
of the world she knew none as in her wildness she roamed her heart all her own
as with all things born it came her time to learn all the secrets of a womanhood that would keep her strong
but as with all things there is always a price to be paid
so at her granmothers knee she learned to take heed
she learned how to lead ,how to suceed
how to stand tall when the stormsof life rage, and there is no help but your own
but in her wildest dreams she longed for so many things
to taste the wind
to be free
she longed for strong arms to hold her
s soft voice to tell her it is alright shes not alone
this dream she held to her self, as her life rolled by
still she fought each battle as if it was her last
till finaly her heart truned to stone, her dreams dust
her life less then nothing
she tasted the ashes of defeat and wondered why should i go on
she fell to her knees her crys of please loud in her ears
her will almost broken her despair hard to bare as her screams of why fall silent around her
her head hung as her tears won till finaly she had none
she sat in her silence her hurt loose on the wind
waiting for what she knew not then,
but in the wind she heard her granmothers whispered words
it is the price we have to pay even if we get lost along the way
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