With ripped heart
and broken soul,
she survived.
With confusion in head,
a shake of hands
and long road ahead,
she was bright.
In the rush of the blood,
in the scars that were about to bud,
she was alright.
From the darkest hole
from the deepest shore,
she faced life.
For the light in her eyes,
for the hope that arise
she was an art.
The mountains she climbed,
the rivers she crossed,
it was the time.
As a bird in the sky
she opened her arms,
she found the way,
she fled away.

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