I once was a girl of ten...
Thought I knew it all back then.
But my years were few,
and there was little I knew
of this world and all within.
Before long I turned sixteen...
Always immersed in risky extremes.
Still too young to know
the dark trails that we sow,
When we chase the wrong set of dreams.
Within a year, bore a child...
Then, forced to suppress the wild.
New life in my hands,
with constant needs and demands.
But through it all, often smiled.
By twenty-two a few friends died...
I still sadly wonder why.
Taken by his own hand,
one lonely, young man.
Now six feet below he lies.
Then twenty-four came and went...
This year was insanely spent!
Chased a few dreams,
crashed a few scenes,
nothing has been the same since.
At twenty-six years of age...
Succumbed to depressions rage.
Searched for my soul,
regained self-control,
then escaped from misery's cage.
Now twenty-nine years behind...
One dream still toys with my mind.
The dream that one-day
I'll hear a man say,
'Marry me, love, always be mine'.
But who knows of what the future holds,
or what stories are left to be told.
Two things are true...
Great friends are few,
and those that survive grow old.
