Her fettered look was obvious, more so than her thoughts
Her shoes were lost, here feet were bare, covered in scars
She stood alone in a field so cold, whispering from afar
She stared at the drop of blood, staining her soft, pink gown
The petals of her daisy blew away, and the answer never found
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The house that stood behind her, it seemed lost to the sky
The little girl in reverie seemed to catch the eye
The home that used to be had somehow lost its feel
It was now just a house without love, no warmth, unreal
Even the mighty oak that stood just inside the picket fence
It, too, seemed to frown at the loss of the home that it had blessed
It stood alone a marvel, that it could ever be
That the tree and house could stand, and that their pain could be seen
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The steps to the door creak no more, for there is no reason
The shutters that happily swayed will never again see the seasons
The loss of the home fire had left the chimney cold
Chains seemed to hold the door so the story could not be told
The only thing in the house, that could make it a home
Was a single lamp on the table, a single flame...alone
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Beyond the doors are stories, locked in the little girl's mind
A hearth of eternal happiness, the burnt remnants of her life
The single picture upon the mantle, that of her parents in gown
A happy time when love was true, love that she had never found
The final splinter of wood had long since turned to ash
Nothing more than a memory, only in her past
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The dining table, too, had long since seen its last guest
For never again, on this table, would a meal be set
The chairs were ragged, and dust clad they were
Their cloth, yellowed, and aged, looking quite unsure
Even the candle sconce, that made the centerpiece
It too seemed lost, for there would be no other feast
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The kitchen stove had grown quite cold, with no one left to feed
The stove would never burn again, there would be no need
The ice-box, which used to cool the family drinks
It was barren of ice and milk, it held not a thing
A wisping wind filled the air, chilling to the touch
It blew along the stairwell which once was used so much
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The beds were made, tucked and fluffed, as the would ever be
For, in these beds, never again would someone sleep
The closets held the clothes of those who used them everyday
But, those too are only memories, and they will fade away
The basin beside was polished to a gleaming marble shine
A final act of cleanliness the family left behind
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The squeak of the door to the attic seemed to forever last
The only part of the house that remains, to link it to its past
The cobwebs were thick and many, and the light was very scarce
The dust was thick and it blew quick from the wind in the air
The curtains that stood over the attic's only break
They flapped with relentless fury in the wind, and its wake
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The center of the attic was home to the wedding gown
That was on her Mother's body, sleeping ever so sound
Her father lay just beside, dressed in full attire
A wedding picture lying there, better than most desire
But, the pool they lay in, it took away the past
And lying next to them, the little girl's bloodied axe
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As the wind whispers, and blows the little girl's hair
Deep in thought she still will be, forever standing there
As the petals of her daisy float away in her kiss
Never again will she wonder what life's meaning is
The scars on her feet would heal, for they would be left alone
No more pain would she feel, her life again her own
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And though it seems so empty, a house without a home
It is just feeling lonely, for being left alone
Never was this house anything more than a shelter
Now it is feeling lost, for being left without her
And as she stares alone, forever at her dress
She only has to wonder, what, for her, is left
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The bloodied axe, so horrid, did not cross her mind
That was in her past, a past best left behind
She only has to wonder, after all is said and done
Is there anything else, or is she the only one
The death of her parents was a feeling she could maintain
But, left alone she wondered, 'what is life if you have no pain'
For the scars on her feet had been caused by her father
She never understood that it was his way of loving her
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The little girl was alone now, knowing that pain is love
She could never understand that, when her father drew blood
So the little girl stands, forever in the field
Pondering her life, and the love that she did feel
Without the pain she fears she can never be strong
This love that scarred her pushed her parents to the beyond
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That is what she ponders now, the loss of the pain (the love)
She wonders if she hears them calling, from the heavens above
Left alone she sees that though the pain did strive
It was just her father's love, the man who brought her life
The stern cold hands that held her, that beat her bloody red
Those hands were her father's, and her father now was dead
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She still forever stands in that field alone
Feeling the pain and misery of being left alone
For those beating she hated, of them she grew quite fond
Now she is left to ponder, painless (loveless) life, or the beyond
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