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Ironclad
Sad little sobs escape her
As tears fall softly
Down glistening cheeks.
Days of wakened horrors
From words of drunken slurs
Seep into the weeks.
Her will is ironclad
As stout as a rock before the storm.
Her world torn asunder
As tears wash onto the shores.
She awakes into nightmare
Into grey mornings
And sets up the day.
An empty bed, alone
Lonely nights of stirring
She's blind to Sun's rays.
Her will is ironclad
As stout as a rock before the storm.
Her world torn asunder
As tears wash onto the shores.
Too long in the shadows
Of a life that should have been.
Cannot see the forest
Through all the trees.
She longs just to see
A sliver of light in the gloom.
But like a stone
She stands ironclad
Against the doom.
Her will is ironclad
As stout as a rock before the storm.
Her world torn asunder
As tears wash onto the shores.
As tears fall softly
Down glistening cheeks.
Days of wakened horrors
From words of drunken slurs
Seep into the weeks.
Her will is ironclad
As stout as a rock before the storm.
Her world torn asunder
As tears wash onto the shores.
She awakes into nightmare
Into grey mornings
And sets up the day.
An empty bed, alone
Lonely nights of stirring
She's blind to Sun's rays.
Her will is ironclad
As stout as a rock before the storm.
Her world torn asunder
As tears wash onto the shores.
Too long in the shadows
Of a life that should have been.
Cannot see the forest
Through all the trees.
She longs just to see
A sliver of light in the gloom.
But like a stone
She stands ironclad
Against the doom.
Her will is ironclad
As stout as a rock before the storm.
Her world torn asunder
As tears wash onto the shores.
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