The truth is that she doesn't have,
but what she needs to know
This life she leads leaves so much space
for seeds that need to grow
What happened then, before this time,
how did it come to be?
That she would find herself
so hurt and longing to be free
The stories told do not ring true
to what's inside her head
Why can't she live each day with joy,
not such an aching dread?
When will the past come forth
to show her how it all began?
Till then she grieves in lonesome silence,
coping while she can
Done by: Loree
