I was that little girl,
You kept locked up in your city of abuse...

Sitting here with blank white paper,
Stained with my sweet tears...

I can't stand who I'm starting to be,
I was 28 days clean...

His eyes sparkle like the midnight sky,
Fierce but tame is the passion within them...

Sitting on the floor,
Just inside my room...

Today I smiled,
Today I laughed...