I remember when i was a little girl,
running the streets what what I'd know.
running from place to place.
trying to find a so called home.
i had to be strong,
for her you know.
i couldn't let her know i was afraid.
i had to fight the tears,
the ones that would show her i had so many fears.
for i was only three years old.
how could someone so young know so much?
living on the street does that to you i guess.
how was when we left my daddy,
mama didn't have a plan for us?
when we got the money to afford a home,
all it was a little trailer park home.
i had my dreams of a palace.
a place i could really call home.
even though i was scared.
i had to be strong.
to show her,
that i was there.
