I was on my way home when I saw a girl,
On a swing singing a sad song.
Letting her tears flow as free as a fall,
Like she doesn’t care if it hurts anymore.
She then stood up, took a few painful steps,
and I saw myself following every step she takes
then she opened a door, I followed her.
She’s now in her room, everything’s in a blur.
She stared long at that blank paper,
With a pen on top of it.
She then started scribbling words I could hardly decipher,
and whispered all her fears.
“When will I have a happy family?
When will they stop fighting?”
she asked the Almigthy.
Now I know who she is,
She’s that little girl I used to be.