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Lyrics written for an upcoming Anti-Bullying / Suicide Awareness Project.

If only they had met the girl she used to be . . . if only they gave her the chance to become who she could become.

July was particularly harsh that year.

In this great vastness of white, his small, dark figure was easily lost.

The tree was more than an anomaly; it signified something amazing and miraculous.

An imagined slight, a possible smirk; and so she wonders . . . do they know?

‘Yes,” he thought with a nod, the corks on his hat swinging, ‘this land would do.’

A cacophony of screams rent the air as with a horrendous crack, the first sentinel was felled.

A shadow on the very edge of civilization, an old ghost town that no one spared a single thought for anymore.

The vibrant red and white materials showed clearly in contrast to the deep blue of a nation full of pride.