The endless cycles turn,
in my minds eye the images burn,
grief is gone, anger has fled,
slowly away the rage has bled.
In the dark of night I seek to find,
some new hope for my weary mind,
but only in the early light of day,
do I find the hope of a new pathway.
Melodic music soothes my soul,
true friends show me that I can still be whole,
she proved to
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