Her soul sings so beautifully,
echoes of lives blown apart,
and ghosts of history
howl in the holes of her heart
to tell her not to hurt...
you may as well tell her to fly
cant express how much
but it hurts all of the time

but pain is a teacher
it leaves when its lesson is taught
and battles tomorrow
won with the strength that pain bought
Time has no desire to fix or heal you inside
but with time you learn
to confront where you once tried to hide

Her soul sings so beatifully
It sounds like a place that i know
it rhymes with the memories of days
where i played long ago
tell her not to hurt
or allow her to learn how to fly
in time pain and memories
will trigger a bittersweet smile