Repressed or forgotten I do not know
but I remembered in my sleep
A child, vulnerable and curious
scared and ignorant
I see her being gone- she looks like I remember her too
Skinny and tattered- disoriented and mixed up ut still love in her heart
Alone on the sidewalk- 4 years old, I stare at the neighboor hood I havent seen in years- and I remember it like it was yesterday
Repressed or forgotten, I'll never know

The sun is out, I smell the sand and the sun
but its still an ugly day
It'll be alright- I may win the war still
I found the way out- Ive found my hope
But its still an ugly day
All alone- lonely in my cave
consumed in my own
I have nothing to share or someone to give it to
Its an ugly day