Filled with an abundance,
Though prevented by circumstance
She hangs on to her belief
Without losing sight of significance
Feeling lack of importance,
Thinking she has no relevance
She must rest to find relief
To what, should she give her reliance?
She’s afraid to not give all a chance
Though she’s tired of the endless dance
What can she do to bury the grief?
She wishes for an open alliance
She’ll forever be filled with abundance
And needs to know she has much relevance
It’s rooted in her beliefs
The reason why she’s an importance
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