She looks in her mirror
and wonders what everyone must see...
Do they see the same empty soul
staring through her glassy eyes?
Or do they see the girl inside?
The poet, the dancer, the idealist.
The list is endless.
Yet she feels so friendless.
Can't anyone see inside?
She walks through the pages of her life.
She's not quite what she wanted to be.
At 16 she's a mother-to-be.
And people can't look past it to see the girl inside...
The poet, the dancer, the idealist.
The list is endless.
Yet she feels so friendless.
Can't anyone see inside?
She walked to his grave,flowers in hand.
He was a father-to-be at 16.
He stayed true ever since then.
Now, 40 years later, he's gone,
and the only one to ever see that girl inside...
The poet, the dancer, the idealist.
The list was endless.
And now she's truly friendless.
And she's lost the girl inside.
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Written October 7th, 2005
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this is amazing.
i would love to hear it be sung...i think it would be an awesome song!
it is really sad though, remind us all that we have to cling to who we are...even when it seems like we can't -
intresting write, is it based on someone in particular or just something you came up with? Well anyways Good write!
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All righty then!!!
Idealism, sadly maybe one of the world noblest - most quickly faltering breeds... Nice write!
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