I send my love to the past,
to the child that could only cry
Unarmed to the cruelty of the world.
I cry for her,
Send her gifts she would love with all her heart,
And tell her it’ll be better.
Even with my own ups and downs,
I know that I would appreciate
All that I have done for me.
I will not let her die.
Not now, not then. We persist.