Who would have
ever thought
That all this
but for a while
Watching her
makes her heart bleed
Not at all, it
wasn’t because of her deed
They say a man
never cry, but that was what I did
I know they
might have told her
How good she
looks
Yes, those
crooks
As if that’s
all shes got
Like they
might have said “she is hot”
Oh! what a
world
And how soon
beauty coils
Funny how we
all toil
Just to keep
in shape
But I ask, why
couldn’t she escape
A thousand
questions on my mind
She might have
kind
Now she is
blind
So I ask who
can find
In their eyes
she is not worth a dime
A one time
beautiful garden
Now a rejected
desert
An angel sent
from above
Now the devil
cast from above
Nonetheless,
she is still the little dove
Now what can
she hold on to
But that which
is left inside of her
That beautiful
spirit right in there
Yes the
creators breathe
Which is
immune to death
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