Gypsy DreamsA Chapter by WinterPerish
Tucked away, dreams afloat.
Riding on her sad little boat.
Hidding behind her own little cape,
sobbing awfully as she pleads her escape:
"Please, please! can no one help me?
Why can't anyone see?
Please, please! don't know know?
Who will stitch my wounds? Who will sew?"
Sailing away, no one hears her cries.
They believe all of the lies.
She drigts away, where no one will hear.
save her life, cypsy dreams for no more fear.
Heal her wings, help her to fly.
Before you'll know it she's sure to die.
I know the pain that you don't see.
Because this girl happens to be me.
© 2011 WinterPerish
Dream Land, FL
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