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She was a strange girl,
here all alone.
She felt compelled to the Earth,
as if she were nailed to the ground.
She was silent
never talking
never making a sound.
She never asked why,
but instead looked to the sky
waiting for the day that she'd die.
Now she looks back on her life
and wants to cry;
since the whole time she lived it,
she just let it pass her by.
Now she's with Jesus
and she is home.
She is no longer strange;
-she fits right in.
she is no longer alone;
-she home again.