There was a girl
Now she learns how to grow up living
in a war that she called home.
That girl is ME.
It's hurts me to see the pain across my mother's face.
Hearing all the yelling,I would cry up in my room,
Hoping it will be over soon.The pain remains the same.
Father,I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strenght is my mother for all the love she gave.
Every morning that I wake,I look back to yesterday
I'm OK
I often wonder why I carry all this guilt,
when it's dad that helped me put up all these walls
i've built.
The echo of me said:"STOP,Please No More!"
Daddy,don't you understand the damage you have done?
For you it's just a memory but for me it still lives on!
It's not easy to forget,
every day i'm afraid to come home,
afraid what I might hear there.
I'M OK!