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Against the Odds
She's sitting at the window,
Thinking about her life,
Considering all the things,
She's left behind.
Wishing all the tears she's cried,
Could only bring them back.
But she knows they're gone,
And she's grieving in their abscense,
NObody notices the sob in her words,\
Every painful cry goes unheard,
She's all alone,
One fragile child,
Against the world,
And against the odds,
One small voice,
Risen up in prayer,
Hoping for one day,
To be safe and warm,
LIke every other.
