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The scent of pinesAnd sounds of pigeons high aboveAll she ever wishes forWas to spend some timeAll she ever wantedWas to feel their presenceTo be part of natureThat seemed to care for all aroundAlone, alone,She was so aloneCaptivated by all shadowsMystified by secrets of the nightOut there, she thoughWonder of the stars would greet herOne dayIf she just woke up enough timesVigilant, behind transparent barsAloneShe only let the air caress herWhen her hair was thin and frailAloneFor all was marked as dangerBy those who sought controlBy the ones who’d keep her silentSo alone, she used to whisperTales of freedom, bravery and joyTo the stuffed animalsAloneShe’d protect themThen she could protect herself And her skin is harder nowHer face grown older and stone coldAnd her hands are now my handsHer dreamsHaunt my every waking momentAlone, alone,I’m forever aloneWith fear that circulates my mindWalls keep safe my inner darknessAlone, I still stroll through the nightSeeking that wonderBreathingChasing starlight among thick clouds