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Fingernails gripping the soil,
Remind me that i'm real,
The more and more i fight pain,
The stronger the pain i feel.

Help me to forgive,
Forgive me for my sins,
I'm just a child, a toy soldier,
In my porceline doll skin.

My anger stored in my shoulder blades,
Clipping back my wings,
Push me to take my seat upon the throne,
My place as queen amongst kings.

Am i weak for reaching out for a hand,
Can you help me my dove?
As white feathers follow you,
So does my over flowing love.