Strands of hair blowing in the wind.
She stands against the world,
not ready to break nor bend.
Her energy and power radiate
as she stands on the ledge,
overlooking the world that alienates
her.
She knows her worth
is equivalent to
the stars, the sun, the earth
and even the moon.
Her soul is one of many tales
of tragedy and sorrow;
where love always fails
and where yesterday is the same as morrow.
But the love stays in her heart
and she gives until it hurts
because she believes she should impart
the love and grace of God disperse.
Her strength comes from the mountains
and valleys that surround her.
Her inspiration comes from the pounding
waterfall, it runs through her like ampere.
She calls on her God for help
when her feet grow weary.
For she knows when she is weak
He will carry His child home,
to where she will find what she seeks.
A world where no one is dejected
instead, one where people are free
to be the true them without being rejected.
A world where all praises are given to Thee.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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true love
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My Cheerleader
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womans transformation to happiness and love
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future life together of adventures
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