[Just sayin', I agree with Sevrae up there; this was a wonderful idea.
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But slowly her wounds seem to heal beneath the stars,
The stars that guide her dreams and guide her heart;
Like a sailor lost at sea she uses her the night as her guide,
The darkness as her friend and the wind as her ride;
A compass spinning eternally until it points due north at dusk,
And leads her to the light that on the horizon lies,
Brings her to him who weighs the anchor and gives her ties
To the land, to a family, to her even her very life,
And pulls away all the mask that lies,
To reveal the soul within and guide her soul to the dawn.