That little girl eyes so bright
That little one that never did fight
That little baby girl, with all those little curls
That little one who curses and yells
That little girl who sat right up back
That little brat who always talks back
That girl who sung and danced
That one who said she didn't even care
That young lady who wanted everything right
The one that doesn't come home at night
The lady who sits here now trying to read
The one who sits there trying to bleed
The one trying to convince everyone it's all right
And the one who's about to break down and cry, all night
The innocents of a person so fine
And the one who walks on the line
Who are you to judge which one to be, the truth is there both.
Within me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem