The comet's a'flyin'

Tonight a stream flows
Down her face
Over her nose
The whistle blows

Anger supressed
Fear regressed
Joy unleashed
Hope never ceased

Taken away
The events of the day
Oh what the cost
Her dream is now lost

Words cussed
Turned to rust
Comfort a must
A lack of trust

No one she'll blame
Except herself
It's all the same
The greatest pain

The game has been played
A list she has made
Selfishness fade
For He has paid

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