Voice Over: Val Cole
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POEM:
On the streets,
Paved in gold,
Is where she roams.
She’s waiting…
Waiting to be.
Into the arms,
Of the cold,
Lies an unknown home.
A blissful place…
That can never be.
Forgotten thoughts,
And memories,
Of what could have been.
Branches out…
Like a broken tree.
And a single tear,
Rolls down,
Her lonely face.
As the wicked…
Spit upon thee.
And all she wanted,
Was a different place,
A different kind of life.
And all she needed,
Was a different love,
A different kind of life.