Her name is…

You are made up of all things rubble,

you are too good for this world 

your pure soul awaken too young

like a bubble

you wait to pop

you wait you wait

you are too brave for this world

Shedding your old used skin, crawling, 

sending your voice to the top

waiting for a sign, a reason, a purpose

you are too pure for these words 

1996

Your words were a blur,

filled with a roar

your hands heavier than your heart,

I mistook your innocence for anger,

you gave me a reason to grow apart

your words they linger

and your fear still remains,

in my memories as your growing pains.