Monday, July 30, 2012

luos derettab ho meop

Oh battered soul, once paraded
Look at her, always the calmest, always patient
What are those in her hands?
Must be medals, tokens of appreciation

Oh battered soul, once talked about
Everything she wrote sounded bright
Everything she worked on seemed to go right
Every test she faced with all her might

Oh battered soul, now an empty shell
Staring blankly at the wall
Life is nothing but a prison cell
Her senses are numb, as if she's under a spell

Oh battered soul, now a curse
She's a damaged toy, she's always bitter
She can do nothing, she's the worst
God knows what the hell is wrong with her

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