There once was a girl named Lou,
Who didn’t know what to do.
When she was seven years old,
Her mother turned nasty, turned cold.
She asked her parents for a horse.
Instead, they got a divorce.
Her mom had to pack up and move.
In Lou’s heart, she left a deep groove.
Lou now cries with grief,
"Mom took our money! She is a thief!"
Her family is her pride and joy,
A dad, three girls and a little boy
Lou and her mom always fight,
But help is never far out of sight.
With her sisters both older, and always out,
And her brother only two, the little sprout,
By herself she’d sit and play,
To pass the lonely hours away.
The younger three were raised by their older sister.
When she moved out, they all missed her.
Now anytime she sits and cries,
There’s no one there to dry her eyes.
EVERY NIGHT she’ll sit and cry.
It is not a secret why.
Her younger years were sad and shity.
Grandpa says, "What a pity!"
Now at home she is the oldest.
Her responsibilities sometimes make her the coldest.
In public she puts on a tough little front.
She bears all her painful memories without a grunt.
She has trouble sharing her feelings,
Because way back when, she had improper healings.
Now she wishes to share her past,
Even though she’s never been asked.
So please dear, help her now
(Because she does not know how).
But only if you love this girl.
And would give her the world.
If you are not going to give her your all,
Then, please, don’t tear down that wall.
It hurts so much, deep inside,
So much that she’d rather hide
It than bring it out here,
Where it would only make her tear.
She holds, in her heart, all these fears,
That have touched but one persons ears.
They will touch the ears of no other,
Unless they are those of her lover.
KT’98
4-7-98
