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  • A long, long time ago
    In a place far, far away
    A little girl was born
    And that’s where this
    Fairy tale gets interrupted
    By a real life
    Taken from her first home
    On a long plane ride
    Where was this new place?
    Was it a place called home?
    No it wasn’t!
    Unable to handle the many demands
    This infant was found laying on a cold, wet floor
    She was finally sent back to her real home
    A year went by, when again, once more taken from her bed
    Then again for no reason, left alone in the dark
    In a desolate building, boarded up, good riddance
    Covered in filth, in only a diaper that reeks
    Sucking on her little toes for comfort, with nothing to eat
    As the bugs crawl around her and spiders bite at her nose
    A more cruel way to kill
    Exposure to cold and hunger
    God looked down from heaven above, with a tear in his eye
    Even now you’re forgiven, for leaving her to die
    Found in days, protected once more
    Treated for her injuries and lovingly fed
    The marshals sent her back to her real home
    A few more years passed, they tried once more
    In a decadent tapestry of erotic illusion
    She was held briefly in an optical illusion
    The green vines far evolved in their beauty
    Reached out beyond its white picket fence
    There’s so much more to life
    Than the melodies of an artistic symphony
    Something went severely wrong, they left in haste
    At an apartment all alone
    Hiding safely in a closet
    Your whereabouts unknown
    Still too young to draw a composite
    Left alone again with no one around
    Was she the only one shedding tears
    God looked down from heaven above
    With several tears in his eyes
    Even now you’re still forgiven
    For leaving her once again to die
    Was it really OK with you to abandon her there?
    She cried, you were nowhere to be found
    So far her life just didn’t seem fair
    Again, sent back home, safe in her bed
    Happy is she, playing in the bright sunlight
    Kept warm, clothed, and fed
    Prayers are said, then tucked in every night
    No longer left beaten and abandoned
    She finds that friends are hard to make
    Even though she is very loved and cared for
    Like a pawn in a Winter’s Tale
    Evil came back again, being taken, then hidden
    First a weed choked yard, then a barren desert
    Emptiness fills the space, darkness is her only friend
    Her captors depart, without even leaving a note
    This child has learned by surviving
    Is the only way to become found
    Left alone many times, crying lots of tears
    Being scared and tired, but afraid to sleep
    There’s a hole in her heart no doctor can see
    The damage that’s been done
    Memories now hidden in a safe place out of the way
    God looked down from heaven above, with a tear in his eye
    Even now you’re forgiven, for leaving her to die
    A cool breeze in the air and warmth in her heart
    Why was she left again without a care?
    For the last and final time
    She is sent back to her rightful home
    Nevermore to be left crying and all alone
    Many questions she cannot find a reply
    Some wonder if she is dumb or just a little shy
    Now this girl almost is grown
    Still hates spiders, and cold, cold floors
    Never steps near old abandoned buildings
    Happiness, pain no more have meaning
    As I don’t remember what these feelings are
    In this world I don’t trust anyone
    And the reasons are more than just one
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