I see in my mind's eye, a very
precious child;
she is innocent and loving,
yet feels worthless and defiled.
...
Taken over by the longing
for your gentle touch, my
soul is arched against the
lonely night, as I reach for
...
Winters dream, chills me to the bone,
so nice to be by the fireplace, here
in my home. An old patchwork quilt
that Grandma made for me, so soft
...
Deep within my heart of hearts,
lies a pain that freely flows;
an anguished river of ageless tears,
that I cried so long ago.
...
I truly wish that you,
could see my heart inside;
But you ignore my tear's,
afraid of what you'll find.
...
I don't have the heart, to tell you goodbye,
though I live in fear, each day of my life.
I can't continue this way, I'd much rather die,
...
Within these four walls
of the prison I live in,
I long to escape.
Yet the windows have no bars,
...
She sits all alone,
in the dark of the night.
wishing that she could,
crawl away and die.
...
The anticipation begins to build,
as she slips on her black, silky dress;
She's expecting him any moment now,
and she desires to look her best.
...
As tiny little tear drops
fall from my brown eyes,
I remember you
...