As I hold her in my hands
I wonder what sort...

They know, they know, she thought to herself, how...
She feels dirty and a shamed...

Tears streaming down my face
she handled it with such grace...

Survivor the definition of me
I am strong, I am smart...

Picking up the pieces
again and again...

She see herself in the mirror
For the first time she sees...

He is my calm in the storm.
His arms buffer me...

A seed must first be planted
before it grows...