Just a girl that's growing up,
Time moves much too fast,
Running from age and time,
As her fun never lasts.
"Careful!" her mother warned,
"You're too pretty." She added,
"Watch who you interact with!"
How can I tell if their minds are padded?
Just a young girl,
With eyes of lavender,
Wishing she could help,
Help them to not surrender.
She reads their sorrows,
and reads their sins,
In a long poem,
She described the kins.
She read their faces,
and read their motions,
You wouldn't know,
That she's read your notions.
Listen closely to your conscience,
Your conscience will tell you what to do.
And remember, there is always forgiveness,
And it starts with you.
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