You see a girl about the age of 3,
Her eyes are as dark blue as the sea.
She doesn't have a care,
The only things she has to worry about,
Are the toys she doesn't have to share.
You see the same girl, now the age of 13.
You think she had changed, well I know what you mean.
Her hair is black as the night around her, and her wrists are marked with scars.
The only light she appreciates is the gentle gleam of the stars.
The girl's parents left her abandoned in a lonely, run down shack.
The only thing that was left to her was the clothing on her back.
She never did a bad thing and she didn't seem to know why,
Her parents she loved most dearly left her, she just wanted to cry.
Despite the blood this girl has shed and the tears that she once cried,
Now she has two loving foster parents standing by her side.
Despite the cutting fits and the hair that she had dyed.
She always, like her mother, had a twinkle in her eye.
