She never speaks, yet hums and tries to keep,
Glances in the mirror at him, what\'s he seek?
The calmness of his smile, is he like others and defiles?
The wounds prevent her, will I hurt again?
Is this actually a church? Not the one that I\'ve been,
Okay, show me this path where I will heal, or simply just to feel,
Something tangible, real...
That smile again, please don\'t destroy what little I am,
He\'s holding my hand, Why? The pain again?
No, he says, its all over, your home, to begin...
I now smile, that warmth, the voice from my dreams as a little girl, It could\'ve been?
Come to me, I am.
God, please, please let me in...