"Her Story"
PENNY
Here's a story of a girl
Who grew up lost and lonely,
Thinkin' love was fairytale
And trouble was made only for me.
Even in the darkness
Every color can be found.
And every day of rain brings
Water flowing to things growing
In the ground.
Grief replaced with pity
For a city barely copin'
Dreams are easy to achieve,
If hope is all I'm hopin'
To weave.
Anytime you're hurt
There's one who has it worse some round.
And every drop of rain will keep you growing
Seeds you're sowing in the ground.
So keep your head up, Billy, buddy.
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