There's a little girl, standing still, seeing nothing but hate.

Staring blindly, absorbing every last scream.. It must be fate.

Mind like a sponge, soaking every last word.

Oh, but she was never heard.

No, she was never heard.

Continually seeing the blinding light, when she closes her eyes.

She squeezes tighter now, and her shirt is no longer dry.

As she slowly opens to look down.

She watches her tears plummet to the ground.

Smearing her face with her hand.

She brushes them away, as quick as she can.

She can't let her mind realize her watery eyes.

The tears that her heart tried to sneak by.

"Don't you cry now." She tries to lead her feelings astray.

She tries to be convincing. "Now go, and head that way."

Darling, don't you cry.

Baby, dry your eyes.

Please.

Oh, please, stay with me.

She's thirteen now, and her eyes are dry.

Now, she's the tissue to wipe her eyes.

Her shirt is still wet, but as she opens her eyes up wide.

She sees the tears aren't hers to hide.

Now, she's her shoulder to cry.

Darling, don't you cry.

Baby, dry your eyes.

Please.

Oh, please, just stay with me.

She's fifteen now, and the chemicals mask her face.

She watched and learned, just go self-medicate.

You believe that you are free.

Allows some escape from reality.

Only hours until you're down.

Again, you're back below the ground.

Slowly, suffocating.

Oh, you're loosing her. She's loosing breath.

She's numbing, and numbing, and numbing.

Until there's nothing left but nothing.

The need for meaning in this empty life.

Too many futile years that have slowly dragged on by.

Darling, don't you cry.

Baby, dry your eyes.

Please.

Oh, please, child, stay with me.

She is twenty, now.. No longer blinded by the light.

Discerning her life as fight or flight. And clearly, she has to fight.

For the sake of herself, she can't follow the others.

The people closest to her, for the sake of the younger.

If you can't beat them, join them, was most of their mentalities.

Don't join them, don't leave them, just beat the calamities.

Don't fight the people, just the reason.

The same reason, that changes faster than the seasons.

The battle is never ending, but she refuses to let that discourage.

There is nothing now that can stop her hope. She has finally almost flourished.

No longer numb, no longer nothing, no longer any tears.

Now, there is nothing else left for her to fear.

Well, hopefully.