Chapter 1 - She was
Submitted September 29, 2008 Updated September 29, 2008 Status Complete | she was
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Chapter 1 - She was
Chapter 1 - She was
She told lies
She hid the hate
She held it all
The fact that she
Had never fostered
Hate
She held it in
Never showed it
She hid behind that mask
Her face hidden
She was the princess
She was the friend
She was the lie
That saved her skin
She was the flower
On the casket
She was the dirt in the ground
She was the nightmare
She was the best dream
She was the worrior fighting
For her freedom
She was anything she wanted to be
But never got the chance be cause she was
The victim
She under stood that she was the one
That life could so innocent
Then it would turn on her
She was the mother
A goddess
A princess
A fighter
The flower
And she sits and watches us
She preys as we go on in our lives
For the mothers
The sisters
The brothers
The princess
But she holds her head high and never sheds a tear
Because she was the
FIGHTER
THE MOTHER
THE PRINCESS
THE GODDESS
THE FLOWER
And the victim
That had never had the chance to
Be those.
But now she the angel
The guardian
The helper
And herself
so she's the angel
that watches
and waits
for that little
chance to show just
how great
she is.
She hid the hate
She held it all
The fact that she
Had never fostered
Hate
She held it in
Never showed it
She hid behind that mask
Her face hidden
She was the princess
She was the friend
She was the lie
That saved her skin
She was the flower
On the casket
She was the dirt in the ground
She was the nightmare
She was the best dream
She was the worrior fighting
For her freedom
She was anything she wanted to be
But never got the chance be cause she was
The victim
She under stood that she was the one
That life could so innocent
Then it would turn on her
She was the mother
A goddess
A princess
A fighter
The flower
And she sits and watches us
She preys as we go on in our lives
For the mothers
The sisters
The brothers
The princess
But she holds her head high and never sheds a tear
Because she was the
FIGHTER
THE MOTHER
THE PRINCESS
THE GODDESS
THE FLOWER
And the victim
That had never had the chance to
Be those.
But now she the angel
The guardian
The helper
And herself
so she's the angel
that watches
and waits
for that little
chance to show just
how great
she is.
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