Eyes of green and orange by a fresh first sight
Seeing distances over and under the vanishing light
It's amazing dancing shadows are coming in so slight
Even the sacred blessed night time seems everything is so bright
A beacon of hope inside a man's heart is to never lose the fight
Freedom is glory of the greatest kind but at what cost everything becomes your plight
Untangle this poor child from her destiny that's wound around her so very tight
She knew her fortune when she called out in the vivid dream and when she awoke the truth was painted on the wall in white
A girl no more as her mirror saw an old woman saddened with her blight
Trying to be something you never were is so impossible but she is past caring what is wrong and always right.
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