It was just another day, when faith evanescence away. Far from me, and far from play. Another kid was took in. And I could see my strings come off like a violin.
Even though my soul is lost. I will not let it, be the boss. I will fight, strong together. So maybe I can fly, light as a feather.
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Lost
PoetryPerry was lost, you could even say she was a lost girl. She grew up as an orphan, not being remembered by anyone, and felt as if she was invisible. she didn't know that anyone loved her, until she was found.
