A tiny soul, alone, forgot
Wishing to pray, but daring not.
A thousand eyes, all watching, drifting
Through her paper life they’re sifting
A beam of light, her only hope,
And toward it she did blindly grope
Only to find an empty room
Alone again in her padded tomb,
Crying hard she hit the floor;
She couldn't remember anymore
For grief had long since made her mad
And lost memories were all she'd had
And she'd been so blinded by the pain
They locked her away as insane.

 
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