She was born with a dream
Full of life giving themes
A maiden in dresses
With curly brown tresses
A beautiful life it would seem
Yet as she would travel
Her life would unravel
Tearing apart at the seams
Her dresses were torn
By the roses with thorns
Still the scent of the flowers remained
As the sun rose above
Each new day filled with love
She gave what her heart still contained
By dusk she would find
Her heart empty of kind
Her dreams and her beauty were stained
The once young maiden
Now felt worn and heavy laden
She realized how much she had changed
She remembered the Hand
Who created this land
The life giving power above
Her God had been waiting
His love was not fading
And she made her way home like a dove. 
Beautifully done! 💖
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