Only a child, already at a loss,

Not knowing what she was,

Or what she was to be,

Never seeing what they see,

Or loving what they love,

Eyes always focused on above,

Watching the sky,

The clouds passing by,

Stuck in the mighty storm,

In awe of the thunder's form,

Lost in her imagination,

So in love with her creation,

Too young for what she knows,

The truth of man's worst lows,

Hearing tortured screams,

Knowing only in her dreams,

Could she ever see any light,

Or the beauty of stars at night,

Because, for her, there is no sun,

For her, I fear, the darkness has won.

The End

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