Her Life

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By The Stolen Heart

The girl sits down at a cluttered desk And picks up a tired pen She knows the words will come to her She has no idea when Her mind begins to play for her The adventures of her days She watches all these memories Reflecting on her ways She goes to school for the first time She meets her first few friends Some try to stay close to her But eventually all things end Fast forward into high school She's already a tired soul Still she has her spirit But in her heart there lies a hole Each day it fills a little bit With new faces, days and schemes By Junior year she's fallen for With the man of her fondest dreams Through college, life, and time She has a family of her own Pulling out her graying hair She is stretched out to the bone Raising kids, tough times and heartache Through all this she survives Her experience left her standing tall Her mind thanks all her failed tries Now she's old and crooked But her empty heart is filled Putting down her inkless pen Her angst and pain is stilled.

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