A beautiful soul is born
Out of sadness and loss
Rising like the phoenix
from the ashes
She bears her cross
Sometimes losing is a blessing
It makes one see
It teaches an important lesson
Through tears and sorrow
There always is a new tomorrow
Like a rosebud
That opens with the touch of the sun
When a heart is opened
Many battles are won
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