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The child was innocent
The child was young
Her mind filled with dreams
Her song yet to be sung

But the world was cruel
And the world was dark
It set out to crush her
To extinguish her spark

She was beaten down
Forced to obey
Her sweet innocence destroyed
Her body left to decay

Yet the child fought on
With the strength that remained
Her mind longed to be different
Her brave spirit still unchained

And one night, the child found it
The spark that could help her flee
The world had beaten her down
But her art would set her free
I'm not entirely happy with this one. I can't get the words to flow properly in the last two verses.
But anyway.
I think it's obvious what I was going for. Just the idea that the world tries so hard to get everything to fit in, to be exactly the same. And only through art, through imagination, can you truly break down the walls it puts up and be free.
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PockyLovers27 Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Beautiful. Just wonderful. The words flow perfectly, and it shows that no one is the same. Everyone has a gift, and imagination is the best kind of gift to receive. Wonderul work!
ChaserOfShadows Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2014
Thank you very much :)
Michel-le-fou Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2013  Professional Writer
More from Michel. The sentiment and the tone of the poem were not lost in the rhyme, but expressed smoothly.
ChaserOfShadows Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2013
Thankyou :)
tommyboywood Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
nice sentiments
ChaserOfShadows Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2013
Thankyou :)
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