She sits in the darkness,
With mascara running down her face...

I am the daughter,
That day after day...

And fall down her face are silent tears,
Pain showing thats been locked for years...

Lit candles on the cake,
Waiting for your birthday wish...

Eyes stung with tears unshed,
A heart beating with dismay...

A persons self esteem is like a vibrant tree,
Strong and sturdy in the breeze...