She looks at the door
The sign says 'lost things'
She walks in
There's all kinds of things
A ring
A pencil
A doll
A note
So much clutters the room
There's something in the corner
It's a girl
The girl turns around
It's her but younger
The girls is in the room of lost things
Smiling, and happy
No scars
No clouded eyes
No dulling
No fear
She's lost that girl.
