I was happy and free once upon a time
But now all I see is a great big line
A line that separated me and my life
Like a cake being cut with a cold knife
...
When I’m lonely or glad
Happy or sad
I walk down to the creek and climb the tall tree.
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I am 13 years old turning 14, though, my profile says 15. There wasn't a choice for 2001 so I put 2000. I am a Year 9 student on the Sunshine Coast.)
The Stolen Child
I was happy and free once upon a time
But now all I see is a great big line
A line that separated me and my life
Like a cake being cut with a cold knife
It can never be mended or put back together
Just sitting by its self, now and forever.
That’s how it felt losing all that I had
Losing it all over something terribly bad
Losing my home, losing my friends
I think about that now, until the day ends
Being taken to a place I had never been before
Opening up a really dark door
A door that lead to another world
A world of sadness, sorrow and nothing to do
Just sit and stare and sing a sad tune
Oh I miss my old life even though it was dry and dusty
But this world is definitely rusty
Rusty with happiness, rusty with cheer
Now all I have is a great big tear
I could never have stopped what happened that day
I was at school trying to play
That’s when he came and took me away
Put me on a train that led me to today
I was only young and didn’t understand
But now all I have is one demand
I want my old life back, I want to be free
I want the life that meant a lot more to me
My life up in dry country, the life that I knew
The life that I had something special to do.
But now it is too late, and I can never return
So I have to live with a heart that will continue to burn.
BY SAMANTHA VILES