A VIEL OVER HER FACE SHE TRIES TO HIDE
HER HEART SO COLD AS THE STEEL OF A KNIFE
THE BLADE SHE HOLDS CONTEMPLATING LIFE
HER ENDING NEAR HER WANTED DEMISE
FEAR AND LOATHING ALL THE LIES
GIVING INTO THE GRIEF OF ANOTHER'S STRIFE
BUT I KNOW SOMEWHERE IN HER HEART
THAT I
CAN FIND THE SPARK TO LIGHT HER LIFE
GIVING HOPE WHERE HOPE HAS DIED
AND BRINGING LIGHT TO HER DARKEST NIGHT.......
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