That Black Cat

There’s a lot more to life than death
That same old black cat winked
To make her forget how bad it was
Though she feels like enjoying every moment
There’s a little girl pleading for the truth

Silence has become her favorite song
A little while fluttering round the beacon-light
She has seen battles with blood for bone
Across her spirit unsoiled as destiny
Over the waves to newfound happiness

The sky grows dark with change
Love keeps her warm and quenched
Words have become her protectors
Without prejudice they give her hope
On the path that leads to peace

Since she is driven to face her fears
She still has the time to rediscover herself
Perhaps she dreams a bit too much
However beauty is in the cultivation
Of love wherever she goes

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