There was a girl stuck in the mire and the muck
No one thought of her very much
They used
They abused
They did all they could do
To keep her down in that stew
Yet she forgave
She wouldn't cave
She still put good out
In the mists of her doubt
But she was still shunned
When she become undone
She would leave scars
Her body was marred
But still she pushed on
Hoping she was wrong
That love would shine
But love always left behind
More anger, and wounds
She was leaving soon
And one very lonely day
She decided she couldn't stay
She left her world of gray
She dusted off her wings, and just flew away
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
There was a girl stuck in the mire and the muck
No one thought of her very much
They used
They abused
They did all they could do
To keep her down in that stew
Yet she forgave
She wouldn't cave
She still put good out
In the mists of her doubt
But she was still shunned
When she become undone
She would leave scars
Her body was marred
But still she pushed on
Hoping she was wrong
That love would shine
But love always left behind
More anger, and wounds
She was leaving soon
And one very lonely day
She decided she couldn't stay
She left her world of gray
She dusted off her wings, and just flew away
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