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Artists of San Francisco Ballet
Act 2 of Giselle
credits: Amy Osborne
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When she vistes
The girl I used to be drops by, With heavy heart and tearful eye. She lingers there beneath my skin, And wonders where her voice has been. She watches as I smile with grace, No longer hiding in this place. She questions how I learned to stand, With peace and prayer in both my hands. She doesn’t speak with love or pride, Just bitter words she holds inside. She calls me fake, she calls me strange, Afraid of how much I have changed. But I don’t fight, I let her speak, I see her soul—so lost, so weak. I whisper truth she couldn’t see, “You were never meant to carry me.” She didn’t know what love could do, How Christ would make my spirit new. She chased the dark, ignored the light, And never slept a peaceful night. I tell her now, “You’re part of me, But God has set my spirit free. I pity all the pain you knew, But I thank the road that led me through.” So when she comes, I hold her close, Not with regret, but with a rose. A sign of grace, of battles won, A story only God’s begun.
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