Beyond repair, crushed like
A petal oozing fragrance
Beyond imagination in despair;
Today I pick up the pieces
Collect them one and all
With dreams in my eyes
And my heart full of song.
Surely, fate isn't so unkind
That I lie by the wayside,
Surely dreams are meant
To come true and songs
Sung paint the future anew.
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