She smiled behind the grin
The eyes carried forth the intent
Joy spilling out unable to contain
A cello, a pen, a brush expressing her thoughts
The world is harsh and uncaring
Overlooked wounded hidden from view
She is a champion for the uncared for
The spirit fighting against pain
It isn't right, nor should it be!
A journey unmapped, not charted, stretching forward
The dreams of change stepping stones
Who to become as years unwind
She will leave an impression
The eyes see the world
Her spirit envisions a dream of joy
Happy Birthday
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