Lost Soul


She's way too scared to take a stand
He swung, he missed, he broke her hand.
Aimed for her face, she ducked, he missed
Her limb her shield, now shattered fist.
She tried to run, a gasp, a cry
No one believed her, but it wasn't a lie.
This poor lost soul, wandering the earth
She's hurt, she's scarred, it started from birth.
Such a sad time, no shelter of place
The scars and bruises covered her wrist and face.
Limp and weak, no food to eat
it was not in her vocabulary, the word "defeat".
Abused and bullied, she always cried
She reached out for help, they never tried.
Who is this lost soul, whose tears are like rain?
You see her everyday, she covers the pain.
Who is this lost soul, that's seen so much harm?
That's right, be surprised, she's your sister in arms.

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