What came before you was sadness and loss
Thought you wouldn't be...

Walking through the
Forest quiet and alone...

She travels from Florida
To New York every July...

You only let the world see
what you what you want them to see...

Going through the motions
Trying to get the past back...

Used to be vibrant
Used to be fun...

We were siblings you and I
Brought up together...

A hard life but a good life
That is how my dad lived...

Water flows over me
Cleansing...

In my garden
The soil is rich...

Sometimes I think it would be nice
To be young again...

She is broken inside
From the pain of the past...