Sitting at the table. Coffee cup in hand.
Listening to rainfall, gracefull as it lands...

Erasing a memory.
Silencing a fear...

Does the sun cover over problems
or hide them with a happy glow...

I hear your voice at dawn
your footsteps down the hall...

Everyone seeming to push me,
where I don't want to go...

How strong is the fear,
the fear of what we do not know...

Just seconds away from spilling my story,
just seconds away from telling you all...

It smiles at me as if to say,
I know the things you do by day...

Caring enough to take risks
Owning your own destiny...

Innocent, with little knowlege.
Her view on life naive...

Lost is her steps,
unaware of what's around...

When you are but five years old,
and laughter is your life...