Pain is a braid in a little girl's hair, tied back with the elastic of memory.
As long as we keep remembering, we'll keep suffering in our own personal black hole.

When nightfall paints the bedroom windows' black, mom removes the red band.
Removing the memory, we begin to remove the pain.

The little girl lies on her bed, her hair a puddle of hazel on the pillow.
No longer a braid, now waves of her hair.
Pain starts fading away but no matter how long it's been,
there's still some suffering wanting to stay.