A young child
maybe in her pre-teens...

Cold
shever through my spine...

Red snow surrounding me
freeze and cold...

Her i am
floating on water...

On a extremely fast race car
some how have unlimited gas...

May days are numbered.
the freedom of joy is coming to an end...

Memories are so important
but hard to stay in...

Love is a fragile thing
so hard to hold on...

Waiting and waiting, for that time to come
that time for my purpose...

He is always there
never out of reach...

Again and again
I'm put into a new school...

Here's a broken robot
it's only purpose now is scrap...