| She dwells in a hell she had built for herself to ensure her safety
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| With sight to foretell evil men for their deeds where she had seen this muse
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| It was born of lies that she hid behind her eyes
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| A wish and a prayer won’t transport you there, just step outside
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| She flew from comfort and routine, four walls fell around the dream
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| Though feet aren’t prepared, resolve was declared
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| The door’s open
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| We must forgive the crime of never knowing why a plan changes if we step beyond
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| the line
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| The chance that passes by, has lived a thousand lives
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| Offered, though it’s rarely seen
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| Put down the burdens of haunting pasts. |
| Earn the marvels that most won’t have
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| She walks with cool composure, masking her panicked state of mind
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| She’s sick to death with worry, so she tells herself, «I'm gonna die»
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| Pupils adjust to sunlight, and lungs remember how to breathe
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| So she pulls herself together and sets her sights to cross the street
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| A child brushes her ankle, and she’s thankful that she’s not alone
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| Feet reach to touch the pavement
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| How can they know what’s to become?
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| The sound of rubber burning, the bite of headlights blinding eyes
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| No fear haunts her decision
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| She pushed the child to the side
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| Safety is found bleeding on the ground, the gift of altered perspective
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| As the bedlam broke upon the crippled pavement where she lay
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| The eyes of a child fixed to hers and she smiled at the choice she’d made
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| Perhaps years spent in fearfulness, had helped save more than herself
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| Though fate can deceive, we hold to beliefs that we know best |