I dream of a place...
that is so beautiful...

I desire,
love, true love...

Do you know why
for a lifetime I have...

I don't get it...
One swing...

T-aking a few minutes to write this for you.
H-ere you are, it's the least we could do...

Irrational thoughts invade my head,
my heart carries fear, my mind has fled...

Help me through this wicked mess,
I need your love, I confess...

As I sit here and think to myself "Why?"
Why do I even continue to try...

Dancing in my heart,
is a very, very good start...

A heart that is not tended to, or cared for,
continues to hurt inside and remains so sore...

7. As I sit here and observe
6. my family, just being...

Why does my family,
treat me like a maid...