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Click hereA lover in a heartless place
a dreamer where no colors play
and eyes that wait to fill with wonder
as she wanders all alone
The hurt that keeps her love alive
the fear that feeds her dreams at night
the innocence that lets her see
a world of beauty when she cries
she believes in everything she's had to be without
someone who knows how to love her
someone who can see in color
someone who is filled with wonder
more with every step she takes
to try to find her place
but what could hold a candle to the beauty
of the things that can't be seen
by the orphaned child of grace
Her heart is ever open
unprotected, oh so broken
she can't see the danger when she's
looking through her stained glass heart
at a world of fractal beauty
every piece a different story
yet another heartache
and a reason to believe
She believes in everything she's had to be without
someone who knows how to love her
someone who can see in color
someone who is filled with wonder
more with every step she takes
to try to find her place
but what could hold a candle to the beauty
of the things that can't be seen
by the orphaned child of grace
If she should ever love you
She'll wrap around you crawl inside you
closer, never close enough
how could she ever know to stop
If she should ever love you
(love her)
reach her arms out to you
(hold her)
Be the home she's never known
be the place she wanders
She believes in all she's ever had to be without
Someone who knows how to love her
someone who can see in color
someone who is filled with wonder
more with every step she takes
to try to find her place
can you hold a candle to the beauty
of the things that can't be seen
by the orphaned child of grace
above all else, the refrain of "She believes in all she's had to be, that orphaned child of grace" lingers well after the poem is done. it's a hook.