The big, bright burning sun

The big, bright burning sun shone as She cried
as life was new and beautiful, or so She thought.
Then They traded Her off and She tried to hide
but They found Her even though She fought
Them off.

"We love You" They said
and life was new and beautiful, or so She thought.
"Go on, We'll catch up," so She went on ahead.
When She turned back they were gone, "They love Me not."
and She moved on to a better place.

She thought She belonged and tried to help
but They found Her even though She fought.
"This time I win!" She yelled and felt
like She could do something with Her life, and didn't cry when She saw
Them off.

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