Oh, it’s a good life. But its not her life
Not the one she envisioned so long ago
She was a poet. A
free spirit with a story sometimes she wanted to tell
Indeed, she has a pretty sweet life – but its not her life
Her life was going to be magical with beauty never
ending - lived under a mystical spell.
Where is this girl – I remember thinking I knew her so well
I see glimpses of her now, but I think it’s a veil
She’s living a good life – just not the life she dreamt
And it takes her breath when realizes that she can’t always
recall where her time was spent
Where is that girl that dreamed big – that love and her pen could change the world?
She’s busy living a good life – just not the life she
dreamt.
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