You were always there for me,
Leading me when I could not see...

Father has no money,
He’s sending us away...

In the good days, rare,
I wondered 'do I dare...

The cuts are healing,
The wounds are sealing...

Dear mommy,
I have something to say...

I’m slowly dying,
Burning up from the inside out...

One year ago you were a little girl,
And so you may still be...

You say I have changed,
But I disagree...

How I long to feel your arms,
Wrapped around me once more...

When Joan came home,
From little Marie’s Party...

‘Twas a dark and gloomy evening,
That night in ’43...

I saw you staring,
Staring at me...