Rafters
The rafters hold her final plea
Her body moving in the breeze
A gentle sway from side to side
She's lulled to rest in this lullaby
Such heavy troubles, but weightless now
Her feet so far above the ground
And in her hand a scribbled note
Of how she found a way to cope
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