Ghost Writer
Through the eyes of the blind
And the mouths of the unspoken
Fell upon them a young girls voice
She knew not what her words would mean to them
She kept herself secret for quite some time
Until she heard cries everywhere she went
Now here this girl reaches out to those all over
But she knew not what she would mean to them
Sometimes things happen both positive and negative
Whether by chance or purpose
But all was observed and taken to heart
She knew not what their words would mean to her
Inspiration consumes the atmosphere
Now, what started as nothing grew into everything
So she continues speaking through her ink scribbles
For she knew not what they would mean to her
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