I miss the rain that hid my tears,
The childhood that had no fears,
Oh how I miss those happy years.
An innocent child cannot see,
The trials and pain yet to be,
That will cause her misery.
She is but a pawn in life's cruel game,
Her dreams vanished in the flame,
Lost in the journey from wence she came.
Now as the years go by,
It makes her want to cry,
MY childhood was a lie.
You didn't know that I saw you.
Unaware and immune you passed.
To the sound of my heart breaking in two
Grains of sand washed out to sea
Drifting between the rolling waves
Broken pieces of what used to be
Twighlight sets across a distant sky
Ushering in the darest end
Unseen by those with blinded eye
A pale moon casts light to see
Tracing footstephs along the sand
Trying to find those broken pieces of me
