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She Stands
She stands by a window
Crying against her will
Shaking from pain that comes like waves
Her nails digging into the sill
Her mind is her captor
All the memories that remain
Of a girl once bold and beautiful
That now will never be the same
Her thoughts become an altar
Her soul is sacrificed
Her past is her betrayor
Cutting her like a knife
She looks out of the window
Hoping that time will set her free
Of all the visions of a tormented past
The pain that has come to be
She will keep on searching
Until all her hopes are nil
Unless she finds the peace she seeks
You'll find her standing there still
~THE FLOWING PEN~
12-14-04
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The Tired Lion
Crying against her will
Shaking from pain that comes like waves
Her nails digging into the sill
Her mind is her captor
All the memories that remain
Of a girl once bold and beautiful
That now will never be the same
Her thoughts become an altar
Her soul is sacrificed
Her past is her betrayor
Cutting her like a knife
She looks out of the window
Hoping that time will set her free
Of all the visions of a tormented past
The pain that has come to be
She will keep on searching
Until all her hopes are nil
Unless she finds the peace she seeks
You'll find her standing there still
~THE FLOWING PEN~
12-14-04
Signatures By
The Tired Lion
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She Stands
She Stands