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Perdita (lost)


Many may know me as the girl with no smile Which only disappeared as I walked down the aisle To see my mother for the very last time Was all it took to turn my once perfect smile into a frown full of grime My name may be Perdita which I rarely heard For nobody seemed to care about me as if I were a bird As my days went passed and my age grew longer I longed for answers which I couldn’t receive from my father So now I will begin to tell my tale as I sure you seem to wonder How such a girl could end up being chained with insane people as loud as thunder The day I turned eighteen was the day that I decided Soon I would find who I was and feel real excited It was easier than I thought to slip out of the house I tiptoed out as if I were a mouse Never caring at all if I saw that place once more I ran as far and fast as I could out the door To run face to face to a guy I had seen before Who once tried to take me as a child but not once more He still wore that hat ever so mighty With that face that you knew was very flighty The one I’ve never forgotten as a child That still to this day you could tell he wasn’t beguiled As I walked by him I shivered as if I’d seen a ghost For I was afraid that he would take me again at the most He’d call me Alice which still remains strange For I can look at myself several times never seeing his Alice causing me such derange Once more I was gone as quite as lighting To never be treated with such reuniting I saw birds and bees and even the tallest trees that I’d never seen before Everything seemed different now that I was free causing tears to pour For I had missed out on so many interesting things That I’m sure my mother would have wanted me to see Oh how beautiful the world is when you can see many things up high in a tree You can view the mountains and birds of every color plus the pretty blue of the sky Sometimes it made me even want to fly I felt time drawing near and knew I must hurry if I ever planned to arrive To the place I’d been born So I could find where I had started to make me reborn When I got closer to the hospital I noticed it had fallen Leaving me feeling very broken hearted Then as if everyone cared they began to crowd me Giving me hugs and warming gifts as to be Cheerful people I could learn to trust But little did I know they weren’t just Because soon later they brought me to this group of people They were definitely not from the steeple For they all looked a tad bit insane But I’m sure to some they were arcane As they brought me closer My heart began to stop Because all the freedom I’d just received was gone in a hop I begged and pleaded to not be placed on those chains But I received no attains For they call me crazy And now you can see that I was just looking to find myself Sorry I got emotional over the building not existing You make it hard not to be hissing For all I was trying to do was find myself So now you can tell I’m not as insane as they say Just a little lost in a way
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