She didn’t know what a beautiful soul she had Her dreams, her goals How far they could have lead her If only she had let them lead
Maybe she’d have a taste of happiness The kind she can only imagine now Sitting on the floor behind her bedroom door
A knock on the door A voice As a spark of hope reaches her eyes She lets it go
People will wonder what they failed to see And she will never know what it is to be Because she can imagine that it’s all a dream, But her sleep is far too deep
I don’t mean to trigger anyone and if I did I’m truly sorry. I just think it’s important to talk about.