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She sits on the pavement
And nobody knows
That all she needs is to let it go
So as people pass by
See the tears in her eyes
They will never know why they flowed

She cried for herself and the love she’s missed out on
She cried for the night when the clouds hid the moon
She cried for her innocence lost in the battle of life
And the soldiers who can’t clean their wounds

Now the tears fall heavier
As she’s drenched in thought
Who cries for the ones that the world forgot?

She cried for the love that’s been drained from the world
She cried for the times she’s been blinded
She cried for the little things that won’t be remembered
And the decisions that won’t be decided

Can the world not see what’s happening?
The terrors that are haunting the night?
Does the world not want to see peace again?
Why do we continue the fight?

She cried for the wars that’ll never be over
She cried for the child who’s heart lost its light
She cried for the forgotten four-leaf clover
And the people who’ve lost faith in life

Her heart has been severed
Sliced by the world’s sorrows
Now who thinks themselves lucky
To see the darkened tomorrow?

She cried for the times she’d ran and not walked
She cried for those who can’t dance in the rain
She cried for the leaders who just couldn’t talk
And the stars that won’t be seen again

Now the light becomes dim as she closes her eyes
All the tears she’s cried, the forgotten lies
Maybe one day we can all cut these ties
Maybe one day, together we’ll cry.
When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.
It takes, a weak man to attack, a woman.
To abuse her.
To use her.
Or hold her against her will.

It takes, a heartless man, to **** a woman.
When good conversation might land you a good woman.

It takes, a sad man, to try to describe his reasons.
When there are none to describe.

It takes, a foolish man, to make a woman cry.
The type that feels brave to intimidate to keep her by his side.


A man without confidence to accomplish anything with common sense.
Is, a man without knowledge, to be, a man.
Many today, are called prisoners.

How do you defend ****?
And many men tries too.
Some uses culture definition.
Some uses illogical explanation to defend , a sad situation.

A man, that even hit, slap, punch her.
Seem highly upset when its his sister, daughter and mother.
Which should have taught him truth.
That not a single woman deserve any type of abuse.

It takes, a sad man of weakness to use"she wanted it excuse".
For, if all the women of the world had done it to him.
Suddenly, you would find him, calling it abuse.
He didnt know how to show me love
So he showed me hate
Everyday he'd remind me of my mistakes
Not that i didnt love him , but i couldnt trust him
He'd leave my body black & blue
I'd just let him
His words hurt too
He was a broken man
Everytime he was upset , i got the backlash of his hands
I tried to leave but what would he be without me ?
A broken man
So i drank my sorrow & smoked my pain
It was all the same
Nothing would ever change
I knew , as well as he did , i wouldnt leave him
But is that to say he wont leave me ?
I was his biggest fan
The biggest fan of a broken man .

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