Oh lovely child,
what do you see...
What makes you cry, to be set free!
Oh lovely child,
why do you not play...
Wasting youth, to daydream all day!
Oh lovely child,
such sweet inner beauty...
The essence of innocence, within your grasp!
Oh lovely child,
why for all the sadness...
Like a wilted rose, faultering in the wind!
Oh lovely child,
why do you not dance and play...
With the other children, this summers day!
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The scent of spring filled me
As I woke from my sleep
Smiling from my pillow
At the sun that is shining in
Birds flying high
Singing lovely songs
A wonderfull spring day
A warm wind finally blows
Oh what I wouldn't give
To be part of the winds
That flow within the clouds
And through the blooming flowers
Oh what I wouldn't give
To fly as high as those birds
To spread my wings and soar upon
An old trees birch
Oh what I wouldn't give
To just be inside spring itself
The season that brings joy and birth
The season of life itself...
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She lifts her head up to the sky
A single tear caressing her cheek
The burning inside of her grows with each moment
Her soul writhing within wanting to be set free
Her thoughts race as the tears keep falling
Provoking her fears, she hears them calling
Their voices carried with the winds swift movement
Calling out to her, her knees weaken, lost in the moment
The tears wont stop, they fall free
Her eyes full of pain begging you please
For this moment in time
She shall finally break free
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Like a wilted rose, her wings do fall
The tears in her eyes, like flakes of snow
Confusion in her mind, seems to take control
Her hands do tremble, longing to be held
Why does she cry, makes you stop to wonder
This angel of mine, what has been done to her
The petals start to fall, like raindrops from the sky
The spark of life, slowly seems to die
A child cries out, in the middle of the night
A mothers sweet song, soothing lullaby
Wings of an angel, she wipes her tears away
As she takes off in flight, regardless of her dismay
The leaves dance with glee, as she returns to her home
Among the trees and animals, is where her soul belongs
The winds sweet whisper, comforts her wounded soul
As nature embraces her, her soul no longer cold
She rests her crimson curls, upon the leafy ground
For this is where she is safe, her hope has been found
