Wrapped in cloak of darkness,
Heart concealed by tragedy past,
In a subtle tragic denial.
Encased in vibrant dance!

A smile from my heart broken,
Up for repair,
On the way to zenith,
For why do the daughter's question in denial,
That an adult heart can't give or receive love!
They have a chance of new love of their own,

For they cannot see that my mind is truly blown,
Infant daughter tho you care,
Steal your thoughts from my hair,
Let me breathe again,
Please darling children,
'Tis about time to let me fly,
By ladylivvi1

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