I'm looking back upon childhood dreams,
a diary of forgotten fantasies all torn at the seams.
This child was broken by a world that hadn't learned to laugh or smile;
She was left all alone for far too long a while.
These pages are filled with things this child will never get to do,
Thousands of wishes that will never come true.
She has chosen to give up everything,
Chosen to forget about joy and love.
She is shattered inside but praying to the Lord above.
I know how she feels,
Its locked inside a place I don't want to see.
I don't know what to do,
I don't want to admit that this child is me.