She lies among a bed of dreams,
In happiness or so it seems.
For its been long since life began,
What doesn't kill you makes you strong
And strength grows wings to fly upon.
She flies on wings so white and pure,
For in her dreams she secure.
Lines of songs and verses in rhyme,
Will heal the wounds of bitter time.
No longer will she lie in sadness,
And put on a smile to hide the madness,
young souls that slip away from tears.
In strength she'll rise above, Heal her wounds and learn to love.
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