by Jeanette Huston

Created on: April 05, 2009

She doesn't belong here and she doesn't belong there.
She really doesn't belong anywhere.
She has no dad but that's neither bad nor sad.
He did not want a daughter and he really didn't want to be a father.

People heard her cries up until his last good byes.
He caused a girl to die
And a young lady to try to make a place in this world,
But she wishes looking in the mirror at a child's face

That she could disappear without a trace.

She has a cold heart with an untold sole tarring her apart.
She's not a child nor woman,
But between worlds caged with an unforgotten rage of hiding in a closet from a fear so undoubtedly clear.

Every time she hears her brother's cries she tries to understand the smack of his hand.
She wants to be a bird that would fly away
Or maybe if she's good she will die and god will take her like she would always pray.

She goes astray to starve herself hoping the good lord will make his play instead of making her stay.
She has no fears because she was washed in god's tears.
He hears her cry and holds out his hand so she can take a stand.
He is all she has to believe in when she grieves.
The pain follows him as he blesses the road she chose.

The children laugh and mock,
But it's his word she will always talk.
She so desperately wants to belong
But every place seems so wrong.
She longs to be in heaven where she feels safe
And where god deals with all her tears he hears.

With what this entire world has piled
No matter where she goes
She will always be a nowheres child.

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