I have a strong grib
Holding her tight
My little girl
The little one of me
The one who holds my flame
She is gentle to it
Walking slowly
In peace
Happy for ones
As she holds her treasure
We have both thought
Battles together
Her and me
To find that light
We had lost in your game
But we both bit you goodbey
With smiles
On our lips
and glory eyes
Our hands held high in victory
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Poetry[✓] I need to take back the light inside you stole - Demi Lovato Warrior
