Dedicated 2 Her
Close your eyes and try to picture, a women with dreams, so full of pride but so passionate, or so had it seemed, beneath the bling that she kept, was a scream for help, and memories that would bring on the grief she felt, but if she ever told a soul, she would break the “rules”, she didn’t feel she should break the news, so not a thing she could do, screamed “stop!” but the brother refused, at 16, feelin’ used and abused, say she wants to “end” it , and it might be tonight, but I tell her to keep the faith cause’ her future is bright, can’t say I understand her pain, but I’m familiar with grief, keep your head up although the change isn’t easy to see
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