And under the porch
This is where I can be found
I mean no harm or to cause alarm
To this earth I am somehow bound
There is still a work to do
That has yet to be shown to me
I wander til then in this world
Unable to set myself free
No idea how long its been
I tire not from lack of sleep
Nor do I feel the pangs of hunger
Or the need to keep
A place in a heart that no longer exsists
But somehow my presence is needed
When the time comes for me to go
My reason for being will have succeded
Still I am a little girl
Who remembers my mother well
Anxiously I await my reason for being
So I can move on from this shell
~Moses~
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