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A Future In Which She Would Fly

By , SSI, GA
The little girl stared ahead,
With eyes glazed as if they were dead,
Hear my feet the girl did not,
As by her quickly I quietly tread.

Averting my eyes,
Myself I despised,
Not stopping to help,
her underneath a sad guise.

As I passed by her I just had to look back,
A poor little girl on a dirt track,
Two wet paths traced down her cheeks,
Those trails like rivers took me aback.

In her girl's eyes lay a past gone by,
And in that moment I decided to try,
To bring her back and erase what once was,
To write a new future in which she would fly.

I knelt by her in the whispering dust,
And then I knew the world unjust,
Because as I heard her story,
I knew one thing I must.

This young soul had been through so much,
I knew I for one had never known such,
I helped her up and away we walked,
Heading who knows where but my presence a crutch.





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