Worth
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She was the daisy on the field of rose
She was never seen for what she's worth
On the field of rose everyone has their spouse
But as said they never fave her a mirth
She was leaned and furrowed brown
Like a pathway in their ground
She was never noticed neither astound
But never did she gave up to be found
She knew her worth
Given by God's words
She knew she had, for she was given by birth
She had her faith and but she kept to be surd
She knew better
Than to suffer
And accept the pain
Even when it took her sane
