A girl was born and baptized Trampoline
Unlike most kids, she wasn’t wicked or mean
Unlikely beautiful she always will and always has been
A girl came under the name Trampoline
Like a desert, the flower doesn’t fit the scene
She kept mostly quiet as a dream within a dream
She kept her petals rolled up in her sleeves
A girl became a woman known by Trampoline
I never saw her speak but I swear I heard her read
She had never said a word as a baby never screamed
As if she existed in some other realms it seemed
Built a fortress around herself with walls made out of steel
A woman so superior still named Trampoline
Her hair was long and red her eyes a violent green
When she picked apples in her garden she wore high heel
And when bathing in the lake she left there with the apples peeled
The woman breathed a silence yet efficient as the wheel
She was tall but yet still so small it looked unreal
In front of the cross and crucifix she bent and kneeled
All the way up until the papers from the city learned her deal
A girl came, and woman passed her tomb spells Trampoline
She was wounded by a gunman who claims he saw her bleed
But it was not in liquid, it was not red and not concealed
On her back being examined by the best forensic team
They all claimed her blood was airborne like music so redeemed
None gave any interviews, some switched churches but the sighting sure made all of them
Believe
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