Troubled Heart

She was just seventeen

Eyes that shined

With so much self doubt

Heart full of ache

Cruse to walk this earth

With the lingering question

Could she be wanted

Could she be held

Could she be loved

Would she be hated

Would they damn her name at the stake

Would they lie to her

Just to see those tears run down

What could be done

What could be said

To undone that knot in her stomach

As she stepped out

To face another day

To face the world

That would never understand what she stood for

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