She walks alone on broken streets
She's breaking down but isn't weak
Runs away from all her fights
She's just too nice
She's too perfect to be stuck back here
On these roads she lives in fear
She's an angel who shouldn't have chose that path
She can't turn back
Far away from hate and pain
Her smile shines more than the brightest day
Her only need is her broken wings
She needs to fly far away from these streets
But she don't care because she knows
that those wings will grow
A contest entry
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456 points, ended July 1, 2007, 44 entries
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