She was a little girl
With the BRIGHTEST future;
And how could it not be so
With dreams so big
And true love out there
Waiting to save her,
To tell her,
"It's you. It could only be you"

She was a young girl
With HOPE so strong
That it erased most of the pain
And the rest she gathered
And saved as fuel
For the grand voyage of self
she would embark upon any day

She was a girl
Transformed by CHANGE
Re-learning truths on her own
Labeling the wrong passions as beauty
Her tank overflowing with fuel,
She lit a match
And burned white for many years

She was a young woman
Broken by REALITY
Avoiding mirrors and clarity of mind
Whispering to herself, "this is the end"
Until she had one foot over that line
And heard the hope, the dreams, her future-
screaming
"We are not burned away."

She is a woman
Who FOUGHT for a new dream
And became her own cause
And while parts of her will always be singed
Now there is someone who tells her:
"It's is you, it could only be you."
But she already knows that.