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In the darkness, she strikes the white keys that belong to the black mass. Her palms hover easily as she moves smoothly. A song of sadness. A song of madness. A song of the life she's lived. A song of tears she's cried. A song of betrayling friends by her side. And no one could ever know how she's felt all these years, till her fingers strike the first chords. She looks down, to hide her teary eyes. She knows her happiness is but only a lie. In the melody, hear the tired soul. She's so fed up with fighting. Of scaring of the uninviting. Hear the wish for a brighter day. A day that she hopes is on its way. As she mourns the life she's been handed, her fingers start crash landing. A pound of sounds, as anger fills her body whole. Fate has torchered her soul. She's angry with him. She's angry at them. She's angry at every wrong they've done, when she's only done right. And in the midst of the murdering sounds, lays a rythmic pound so light. It symbolizes her heart, trying to keep up the fight. That when it seems no one cares, that someone might. A few twirls of her fingers as she accents a dream. A dream that wasn't as far as most said it seemed. And when everyone doubted, she still dreamed. A happier note, as hope is felt. The hope shes always feeling. Its the faith that keeps her from leaving. The faith that keeps her chin up through all her grieving. Its the closing now, and the notes become softer for just a moment. And then just like that, the rythmic beat picks up. For she's thinking of the stranger whos recently entered her life. Thats been giving her the will to move on each day with a confident stride. In the joyous notes, she hopes he silently knows how good he makes her feel inside. And just like that, the notes drop off and all is quiet. No more to play, no more to write. Tomorrow is another night. And she knows she has to go on, even though she trys to fight it. The last keys. The last note, to the song she wrote. A song called, 'My Song of Hope'... |
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