Who knew that we won't always be the people that we were.
The little girl with a carefree smile, Whatever happened to her?
All she does is frown all day, shout and fit and scream away.
Her giggles and laughter which knew no bounds, has morphed to snarls like that of hounds.

Sometimes, she still resembles her little self,
When she sees the rain or a starry elf.
There is still a semblance  of that happy child,
i keep trying to tell myself that she will be back in a while .

She misses being able to think no bounds, and admire all the sights and sounds.
to read and write and sleep all day, every day is an effort to keep the nightmares away.
I guess she has lost a part of who she was, which won't come back till the fire thaws.
Or maybe it will be back before the urn, to save her from life's icy burn.