1907 in Louisiana,
Once lived a women in fear.
Spending her days, in a haze,
The inevitable creeping near.

Now Norma L. Kein was a cocky lass,
Taught that by her mother,
Who died when she was five,
And now resides above her.

With a head of steel and a heart of coal,
Norma had few friends.
Pushing them away at every chance,
While winding through life's bends.

She seemed to be waiting,
For the day that change would come.
Yet she just sat idly by,
Twiddling her thumbs.

Of all the people Norma knew,
She and her mother were closest.
Although she died when Norma was five,
She can still smell her mother's roses.

"Norma!" her mother would scream,
Telling her to play kinder.
"The other boys and girls don't like that."
As they all talked trash behind her.

Being held hostage,
A hostage of her own mind.
Norma begins to wonder,
If it she will find.

Searching for forever,
It's all just out of reach.
Friendship, love, and laughter,
Like a bruising to a peach.

Tragic, woeful sorrows,
Drifting all about her head.
Feeling so rejected,
She weeps inside her bed.

Darkness and the demons,
Creeping in all around.
There is no use fighting,
It is she that they have found.