She was made
From bad decisions
And sad songs
A mother, mentally ill
A father, never coming back.
She hears the sobbing
Late at night
And joins in
Wishing only that her mom
Would stop using nightmares of him leaving
The girl who was given in a time unprepared for
This girl,
She danced
To the happy songs she scarcely heard
She danced
Blooding like a flower
From freshly thawed soil
