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With a snap, head bowed,
Thunder roared from black clouds,
The dark storm was upon her,
He took all she could from her,
Their love boiling to rage,
Her shattered shell stood afraid,
A bad dream she was hoping,
But reality, her dreams were broken,
A mother, a lover, a woman, a girl,
Battered, broken, left hating the world,
She's taking it well, but not making it sell,
Cos she's faking each smile While shakin' in hell,
Yet, inside, a desire flickers on,
Like the first star we all wish uopn,
She needs strength to be courageous,
Taking a chance to write her own pages,
She's carddling her own fate now, preciously,
Time will set her free, ready for a future she's never seen,
But she's oh so ever keen...