She struggled on her unsteady feet
and leaned against the wall
clothing ripped and stinking
she was wearing almost nothing at all
The colors of a promising world
drained from her broken heart
left with nothing but sketches
grey and dull
her life fallen apart
Then he came to her
Arms wrapped in a preachers gown
Taking her in and guiding her
to the savior that she found
So now she faces this ocean
and the place that caused her
such pain
Sitting silently remembering
what will never happen again
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