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In the lonely barren mist of my souls darkest corner,
lay a crying little girl, searching for her mother.
That angel that was there for her in lonely bleak dispair,
abandoned her and lost her will, she ceased to really care.

I turned and looked toward where she'd be, in twenty years or so,
to my dismay I saw a woman facing down a foe.
When she turned and looked at me, I heard her distant cries.
Then I found that warrior had hatred in her eyes.

She fought with swords, she fought with words, in chaos where she stayed,
but in that warrior woman's hell, a seed of hope was layed.

I taught her how to write her fear, I told her how to love.
I went and gave her peace of mind, so she could rise above.
I taught her how to love herself, in turn she loved me back.
She asked me who I really was, that knowledge she did lack.

I took her from that place that day, into the starry night,
to show her who I really was so she would be alright.
I told her she had looked at life, through clouded eyes of hate,
and that to know me truly, would take a leap of faith.

So I handed her a mirror, then proceeded to disappear,
looked at her from the other side...her face showed all was clear.
she looked at me, I looked at her...relief shown in her face.
No longer a sad lost child...the Warrior Poet had taken her place.