This song is innocent, silent and fair
One little girl slightly lacking of care...
Desperately searching for anyone there
This babe is innocent, silent and fair.
This verse is gentle, quiet, and shy
A girl with a mother that expects her to try...
When things only hurt her and force her to cry
This child is gentle, quiet, and shy.
These lines are angry, flustered and sore
The woman is tired, and wants you no more...
Sick of the beatings she walks out the door
This woman is angry, flustered and sore.
These words are lovely, passionate, and deep
She has so many promises that she's meant to keep...
But hardly a mile's trip before she can sleep
This elder is lovely, passionate, and deep.
This memory is private, secret, and mine
Tucked away close, on each separate line...
For my eyes only, on this poem I dine
My past is private, secret, and mine.
