Amanda, I can hear your cry
Across the windy plains
Through the years
Back to a time
When the snow had turned to rain
They stripped you of your dignity
They preyed upon your soul
Until you could
No longer live
In the shadow of the stone
Amanda, let me dry your tears
I’ll never let you go
Stay with me
We’ll make it right
Your story will be told
Copyright ©2004 Edwin Dante Larson
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