Little girl sits staring into the sun, Visions from the past haunt this little one.
Laughter and smiles, Angers and fears, All of the cryin through the years,
Dancing and cheering there is no more,
The Life of her guardians of which she isnt sure.
To her this world is a harsh Place better then others but in poor taste.
True her happiness shines on the outside,
BUT HURT IS WHAT SHE HIDES