Alive, yet all alone
Unwelcome in her home
Stolen like a stone
Tossed around to roam
Here she is unknown
But she's not trapped in a dome
She refuses to feel like a clone
A perfect piece of chrome
She lies awake all night
Tossing because of the fight
She wishes she were dead
She cannot skip ahead
She feels so much dread
Why not fall instead
Of taking flight
Which takes way too much might
Amongst the rows of dirt
A piece of gold is found
Away he takes her hurt
As he instills solid ground.
With affection and love
He gives her his all
She soars up above
Where she once would fall
He places his hand on hers
Soon she will see
That at the end of this verse
She is me.
