I pick my pen Today,
and I try to find my Way,
a way to give her a Say,
a say not to lead her Astray,
but to give her a rest Day,
a rest day with no Replay,
a replay of what had come to Slay,
those memories acts a Play,
In her heart horror plays Lay,
All these she'll have to pay,
pays a debt of no end Day,
Rudely pulled off her Pathway,
taking her pride Away,
Left with shame on Display,
I pick my pen this Day,
to put her on the right Way.
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