Hope.

Why won`t they accept
The fact that I`m not she
The little girl
I used to be

That shy young girl
With a voice so small
Never said a word
But her smile said it all

The little girl
That stayed so tough
She never cried
When things got rough

The little girl
Who belongs to my past
The little girl
They said grew up so fast

As time went by
And life got bad
She felt she lost
The smile she had

She felt all alone
On her pillow she cried
Because apart of her
She knew had died

Soon her emotions
To much to take in
So she painted her wrists
With suicides sin

She almost gave up
Until one founding day
Her angel appeared
And convinced her to stay

He gave her the hope
She needed to find
He gave her the love
So sweet and so kind

I can`t thank him enough
For loving me the way that he does
For being the hope
That nobody else was.