Ravaged in time to disrepair
Few would notice what's inside
Even less would care
The real beauty that resides
Within my silent heart
Of broken dreams and promises
Which are never kept
In latter days
The sun shone through
As though I'd never wept
Hope dashed many times
Still this child inside
Quietly trembling in my waiting
My heart will softly abide
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