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Everyday Angels


Children playing at the park As young children should do How does life end up so dark For more than just a few When I was young I dreamed Of castles and princes far away Everything always seemed Like an adventure every day As the years went by and gone And my spirit grew dimmer and faded He took my pride, I no longer shone My reflection I now hated Now he's locked up there's no escape He can hurt my family and I no longer I am let loose, no more scarred by rape The experience has made me stronger I will not lie, it was with some aid Some cautious and guiding hands They showed me that scars do fade I no longer had to obey his commands They call these angels counselors But to me they are more like heroes I want to be like them and find cures To depression through artistic adventures I want to help those who hurt like me Those who have also lost their voice To help them to finally break free And realize that they also have a choice
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