I think of you often
now that I am gone...

Here I am, a hiding girl
crying as my story unfurls...

Why did you do this to me?
I hate you so...

The sound of rain to soothe my soul,
a far-off cry...

Today I draw a picture,
a picture of my past...

Broken and Shattered;
a life gone pale...

If you could see through me to my soul
What would you see...

Where do you run
When you're at your wit's end...

The times we spent together,
The long years of joyful laughter and fun...