she wonders to her self as to what her life's come to.
And that if she'll get what she wants,
more like what she deserves the best.
Maybe life has different plans for her.
And that it'll give what she thought she'd never have,
more like something she deserves the best.
All she has to do is,
forget all the time she was left astray.
As there are;
So many hearts that beat,
So many mouths to feed,
So many moments to live,
So much laughter to give.
Till then;
She'll preserve what she has to outlive,
Reserve whats her to give,
Before the loving heart misgives.
The better-bitter days she lives.
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