in turning one around.
may it be from down up,
or the other pitied way.
such uncontrollable power.
to feel alone,
in the surrounding of others.
to feel rich,
when nobody's around.
such far contradict.
like a child,
shivers in the cold.
walking ahead just because she has to,
to a bright future that really doesn't matter.
a too much never expected.
some few look up to her,
she asks why?
really nothing to be envy of,
quite an empty glass there.
just a bit of a soul left.
but she knows she knows,
things are not that shallow.
if not for herself,
at least her presence helps the others.
walking front when a blizzard comes.
this child shivers in the cold,
she asks to just let her.
for she wants to stay for her people.
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