Somewhere in her dreams
She’s still that cute little girl
Standing strong and tall
Against a world that tries
To bring her down
And even as the words
Slice her skin like knives
Even as fists and knuckles
Find their way home within
Even as the dark times
Threaten to shallow her soul
She finds a strength to draw from
And carry on forever
In need of something else
That just won’t seem to find her