Beyond The Light
Her hair lights
At a song for healing
For use after fights
Soon she is reeling
"Don't touch" she begs
But they were so in love
She pushes and pulls
She hits and sends them above
They behave like bulls
With nothing left, she cuts her hair
It's lost it's power
They leave her alone
She is now no more than a flower
Forever alone
For no one wants the girl with no power
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