She sheds crystal offerings
As her lips tremble
With the last goodbye
She has lived many lives
Pressuring her harshly
To not fall shy
The streets were born
As golden fields
And were forged into immortality
A child once pure
Coddling a cotton-white shield
Stained with mans brutality
In a perfect world
“Sin” is accepted
And lives in normality
As the truth unfurls
Shame would die
Allowing us to enjoy our lives, freely
But we can only dream.
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC
She sheds crystal offerings
As her lips tremble
With the last goodbye
She has lived many lives
Pressuring her harshly
To not fall shy
The streets were born
As golden fields
And were forged into immortality
A child once pure
Coddling a cotton-white shield
Stained with mans brutality
In a perfect world
“Sin” is accepted
And lives in normality
As the truth unfurls
Shame would die
Allowing us to enjoy our lives, freely
But we can only dream.
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