Tears of fire flow down her face
They burn her skin with remorse
Her insufficient beauty and her deficient grace
Lie after Lie paves her course

Her hair in ribbons, Her gowns of lace
Anything they can do to make her sparkle
But if you look behind the curls and gold
You will come to find a different person

She screams a silence that no one hears
She prays for help from God
But all she wants is way to much
The breath of freedom is gone

She's chained in cuffs of inbreakable medal
No one will find her, she's not coming out
All she wants is a chance for her life
Her hope is gone... without a doubt...

10/21/2003

Author's Note: This is a tad darker than i wanted it... but it will work! Thanks for your read! I appreciate it! Please tell me what ya think, I know the form is a little choppy, if you have any suggestions on how to make it better... please tell me, I was stumped!! ~Becca~

Posted on 10/21/2003
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