A Day
A day not too long ago,
There was a girl with many woes.
She dealt with many grown up things,
But still she tried to follow her dream.
She cried at night, but in the day,
She hid her tears, and went to play.
Why did she cry? So you might ask.
Because her dear sweet mother had passed.
Yet her life continued on.
No matter how hard it was.
Her heart ached, a little more each day,
But she didnt want to make them say,
Dont be sad, it will be ok,
Because she knew it would.
There was a girl with many woes.
She dealt with many grown up things,
But still she tried to follow her dream.
She cried at night, but in the day,
She hid her tears, and went to play.
Why did she cry? So you might ask.
Because her dear sweet mother had passed.
Yet her life continued on.
No matter how hard it was.
Her heart ached, a little more each day,
But she didnt want to make them say,
Dont be sad, it will be ok,
Because she knew it would.
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