There was once a little girl
who stood on a barren land of bones.
Her eyes were swollen from days of hiding,
from nights of crying and screaming silently.
She never felt so alone.
There is a soldier now,
she still stands on a land of bones.
She hides a piece of herself away,
away back in the past.
She watches as scars keep re-opening,
the flood of dark memories slip through.
She will never forget,
nor she will ever forgive
the year of abuse
and the years of being considered as a social recluse.
She was a girl,
now she's a soldier,
deemed to fight in the battles of her mind and
posesses a hate that could raze the world.
Now she lays down in a bed of flowers,
her eyes tired and shut,
she will never give up,
but...she's too broken to be the same.
