Reflections of the paths of the past.
She sat, all of seven years old
Behind the big lights and speakers
Watching her Dad sing and play
Thought to herself, "One day, that will be me"
And then, one day it was.
She sat in the aisles of a church
Amid the flowers and the candles
Watching two lovers make their vows
Thought to herself, "One day, that will be me"
And then, one day it was.
She sat watching with the family
A new baby, clean and smiling
Bursting his mothers heart with love
Thought to herself "One day, that will be me"
And then, one day, it was.
She now sits alone, a grown woman
Amid the chaos and heartache of loss
Searching for happiness within,
Thinking to herself, "One day, that will be me"
Believing one day soon, it will be.
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-02-16 at 05:52
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Believe
She sat, all of seven years old
Behind the big lights and speakers
Watching her Dad sing and play
Thought to herself, "One day, that will be me"
And then, one day it was.
She sat in the aisles of a church
Amid the flowers and the candles
Watching two lovers make their vows
Thought to herself, "One day, that will be me"
And then, one day it was.
She sat watching with the family
A new baby, clean and smiling
Bursting his mothers heart with love
Thought to herself "One day, that will be me"
And then, one day, it was.
She now sits alone, a grown woman
Amid the chaos and heartache of loss
Searching for happiness within,
Thinking to herself, "One day, that will be me"
Believing one day soon, it will be.
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
Read 477 times
Written on 2009-02-16 at 05:52
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