A figment of her forma self,  
she roamed aimlessly in this world of no tomorrow.
Lost with a inkling of hope from yesteryears.
  She longed to speak a story never to be told twice.
A tale mostly found in story books, that not many would understand with heart.
It was time to tell, time to move on, time to have hope once more, time find that hidden strength to carry on.
Time to become a winner once more.
3/11/14
23.12pm