What has happened
To the girl I once was
Hanging from the moon
Laughing in the meadow
Walking happily in my silk field
Picking flowers
Braiding them in my hair
Laughing in the wind
The sound like tinkling bells
Now I am broken
A rose, the petals falling
The thorns
No longer protecting
Now when I walk
In my silk fields
I cry instead
When I pick the flowers in the meadow
They turn black in my hand
My laugh cracks
Hanging from the moon
I wonder what happened
To the little girl, I used to be
Wondering
Will I ever be that girl again?
