WRITTEN BY NATALIE BROOKE

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Look into the lake below

The water ripples slow across her likeness

Features all distorted

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Eyes of grace, such a face

Wild and glorious mane

But she can't see past the mark upon her forehead

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Oh, unicorn

You bang and chip away at that horn

Oh, so much scorn

Just wanna be like all the other horses

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Shame swirls around her like a flame

Melting all peace away

Every moment tainted by the burden

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Tired of dodging branches

And judgmental glances

Far away she's bound and determined

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Oh, unicorn

You bang and chip away at that horn

Oh, so much scorn

Just wanna be like all the other horses

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Spring ready to be unleashed

Healing the land, the sky, the sea

If only she could see

Embrace her destiny

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But oh, unicorn

You bang and chip away at that horn

Oh, so much scorn

Just wanna be like all the other horses

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She didn't know she was magic, and that very horn

Was the source, it's all so tragic

Now lying there on the floor

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Oh, unicorn, you finally freed yourself from that horn

Oh, now you mourn the scar of magic left upon your forehead

You weren't meant to be like other horses