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She sat alone At lunch everyday No one ever noticed The tears on her face She was lost She hoped someday Someone would find her And pull her back into reality Out of her world of darkness And despair Out of the swirling sadness Called her life She could find no refuge In books or toys She didn't play sports Or join clubs She stayed home alone everyday Doing homework And sitting by herself Until one day She went up to the attic And in the corner Found a flute Silver and shining, She picked it up Its weight heavy In her frail arms She lifted it to her lips And started to play The sounds drowned out The sorrows Of the week behind her This instrument, Silver and shining Might just be her refuge But not by choice So perhaps, Her savior -Madi.S
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
Adaptation of instrument of choice by Robert Phillips
She sat alone At lunch everyday No one ever noticed The tears on her face She was lost She hoped someday Someone would find her And pull her back into reality Out of her world of darkness And despair Out of the swirling sadness Called her life She could find no refuge In books or toys She didn't play sports Or join clubs She stayed home alone everyday Doing homework And sitting by herself Until one day She went up to the attic And in the corner Found a flute Silver and shining, She picked it up Its weight heavy In her frail arms She lifted it to her lips And started to play The sounds drowned out The sorrows Of the week behind her This instrument, Silver and shining Might just be her refuge But not by choice So perhaps, Her savior -Madi.S
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
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