Hope

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Wandering you
Smiled on me
You are the owner
And I am in control

Tears of burden
Years of abuse
Tired of living
But still breathing

Cracked in the shade
Lost one’s faith
Cursed being born
But carried by you

Caring fingers
Pampered the curls
Furnished in gilt
To bring my beauty

Your vulnerability
Cherished me
Being classy
Raised the value

Impressed eyes
Increased the price
As in a market
I found my place.