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A little child so lost and alone
Wadering and wondering and searching
Fearful and afraid of the unknown
Looking for boogeymen that might be lurking

A teenager full of false bravery and pride
Being foolishy invinsible
Vain and self centered
Worried about anyone that might be better

A woman learning to stand tall 
Bearing the weight of the world 
On shoulders that are much to small
Always finding unknown energy

A wisened old woman 
Some say she is a crone
Full of stories and advice
A scarred heart with battle wounds

Posted: 2006-10-10 23:47:17 UTC

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