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A book on a counter,
A picture in a frame,
A light in the sky,
A walk in a maze.

Dancers are dancing,
Singers are singing,
Actors are acting,
And poets are saying.

There's always an end,
Wherever you look,
There's always a message,
Behind every book.

There's a reason for everything,
There's a story to tell,
There's a song to hear,
Its not much but its there.

Story's can be made up,
dreams can be real,
Hope cant always help,
But there's trust in every tale.

She sits in her room,
All by herself,
She doesn't make a sound.

Her mom doesn't listen,
Her dad doesn't care,
So shes never really there.

She cry's to herself
But no one can hear,
Shes sitting frighted with fear.

Then one day it changed,
Her family then noticed,
How much they hadn't care.