• If I could write about my life,
    it would be a story of pain and strife.
    If I could sing a song of love,
    it would be of the loved ones that have gone above.

    If I could hear the forest,
    I'd hear a four-legged chorus.
    If I could see the ocean blue,
    I'd see a thousand hues.

    If I had a dream,
    it would break apart at it's seams.
    If I had a heart,
    would you break it apart?

    I have been abused in my life,
    in this world of agony and strife.
    The pain will never go away,I fear,
    and the nightmares continue to draw near.