The dark romantic forests,
Beaches of pure white sand,
They make me feel lonely,
Needing someone to hold my hand.

I walk alone in the moonlight.
There¹s no one else in the world,
No one to share my feelings,
To realize that I¹m a girl.

Someday when I get older,
My walks won¹t be alone.
A man will be there to guide me.
I¹ll make my world his home.

Carol Leigh, age 15

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