I was young
My world was small
My dreams were big
Everything was possible
I had wishes
They never came true
Slowly
They were burnt
Into ashes
I held out my hand
to reach for something bigger
Nothing was there
I had a love
Passion and happiness
Things had to crack
Left me broken
I grew older
The clouds were too far from my grasp
I am lonely and grey
A craddle which is not mine
I rock my doll to sleep
I can't see
and I lost my sense of touch
If I am gentle enough
I would give you a smile
from an old woman lips
It wouldnt enchant you
My charm is no longer there
Step into my hut
My remains
Wouldn't do you any harm....
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