• Rain Falls, and lightning strikes
    The roads are empty, covered in mud.
    A single girl, young and small, can be seen
    Sitting on the swings waiting.

    Her arms are marked with the horror of her past
    Red as the rising sun, which can never warm her
    As many as the bird's song, which can never cheer her
    Her pain tattooed a million times for the world to see

    Her family doesn't want her, no one sees her.
    She is as invisible as the air around her.
    Her tears falling with the rain, disappearing on the cold ground
    No one is around to hear her cry.

    Slowly she gets up, and walks
    Slowly down the road of despair
    Toward her sorrowful future, waiting
    For the day to take her from this place.