Before I met her I was a pathetic man
only sixteen and already hooked on Cocaine,
Doing terrible things for a living,
letting the past surround me like a shadow.
Always keeping others a bay
But then this wisp of a girl
a new teenager of thirteen,
she came plundering in
all left feet and no grace.
Talking to much, spoke her mind.
Stood tall where others hid.
She Smashed down the walls
I had so proudly Built.
She dared to speak of things
that the others shy'd away from.
She didn't put up with my crap.
Refused to believe I wasn't better then this.
She poked and she proded,
until I finally opened up.
She took this loner,
this cold hearted soul
she brought back the child within me
that I thought was forever lost.
Pandora has her hold on me.
She may be my sister,
But she is so much more.
She is my savior
She is my strength
