Innocent eyes saw the world in candy apple red, in the simplicity of being where dreams softly spread.
The vibrant hues faded, the sweet turned to lead, crimson spilled over as innocence bled.
Men with their power and their words of disdain , left dreams for dead and her sweet spirit chained.
Yet deep in her being a fire was bred, a spark of defiance, a heart not misled.
With brushes of courage she painted anew, with shades of rebellion, a bold vibrant hue.
No longer a victim, her spirit imbued, in colors of hope her strength would ensue.
Innocent eyes saw the world in candy apple red, wisdom envisions what she calls "cardinal" instead.
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