She cannot paint
She cannot dance
Her singing is lacking
This is her only chance
To express her spirit within
This thin pencil sways
To describe a sunset
Or the blue sky on clear days
If only she could paint
Maybe you could see
The pure soul she longs
To one day be
If only she could dance
Maybe you could feel
The darkness lingering
In the heart she still needs to heal
If only she could
Show you the soul
So alive and hopeful
And its dark gaping hole
Sadly she cannot
She has only the unfortunate pen
Forcing words to speak
The picture she wants to send
I wish you would read
The words that she cries
For a soul unheard
Is doomed to die
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