Sometimes in the night
i dream of a child's cry...

All alone in this big Ole world
even as a small young girl...

My mind says no
my heart says yes...

I hate this war
the one in Iraq...

A friend for a long time
but somewhere we crossed a thin line...

All by myself scared and lonely
the way i feel is all so phony...

When you sit alone and dream of love
one that is free and wild as a white dove...

The love i had is now no more
i had to leave walk out the door...

Young and sweet and very confused
all her life mistreated and abused...

My love for you runs deep and strong
i know with you is where my heart belongs...

Your heart will ache your soul will cry
you pray to god and wonder why...

Thirteen years and full of hope
sometimes it's really hard to cope...