Great big bag full

Thankful for the things she taught me
With his help from within my soul
I wish it had turned out differently
Sometimes growth is the only goal

She was made to be what she became
Not a thing I could avert
Our paths though close were not the same
Some compounds are inert

Some days are easy some quite hard
Dismissal a sharp sword
Face the mystery in the unturned card
After all I am not Lord

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