Deep inside a wounded heart,
lies the memory of a childhood start, aching pain that wont subside, ghosts of memories that never died.
Every day feels like a fight, darkness lurking in the light, haunted by what was done, haunted by what is gone.
Echoes of voices that once were near, whispers of sadness that refuse to clear, every step feels like a struggle, each day seems like a juggle.
But hope shall not be dead, healing is just ahead,
courage to move through the pain, happy childhood memories to regain.
The past may of left its mark,
but it wont define a life that's stark, a bright future can still form, a new chapter to be born
