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Innocence is left there standing,

Shining pure and holding true,

At her feet lay tattered images,

Littered, stepped on, and far from few,

In her hands she holds the pictures,

From the river of her soul,

And her visions go on gleaming,

As she muses, looking bold,

Hope is her's, though once had lost her,

All that was missing has been found,

Though teardrops linger on lashes,

She is faithful and glory bound,

Incapable of ever lying,

Heart and soul is all she knows,

And all she'll ever have to give,

Is all she'll ever have to show,

She always plays a second deck,

When the first is stacked against her,

She cannot dismiss an option,

For giving up is not within her,

She may appear a child,

As joy is all she has inside,

But is there anything better in the world,

Than having nothing to hide?