Twenty years old and scared

The baby less than a month old

Alone and poor

Sometimes feeling no one cared

Life seemed anything but bold

Not knowing what life held in store

What could she possibly be thankful for

But looking around , she dared

To see beauty instead of the cold

Knowing life would open a door

For she could see light in those eyes

That looked up to her this day

So she threw up prayers on high

Knowing somehow, someway

She would learn to fly

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