All She Wants Is . . .

All She Wants Is . . .

A mother's kiss gooodnight
to chase away the fears.
All she wants is this;
A hand to wipe away the tears.

A painting robbed of beauty;
a stranger stole it with hate.
If only you'd look beneath,
before she finds her fate.

No home to warm her soul,
the stars her only light.
Can you see this girl
who's end may come tonight?

Look up at the night sky;
let the wind whisper its prayers.
Take a second to think,
of the pain this fate declares.

Blood flows from her wrists,
as silence mingles with hurt.
A last cry pierces the streets
as her body crumbles to the dirt.

A person's whispered love
in the corners of her domain.
All she wants is this;
To be no longer in pain.

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