she was born in december
a day that was cold
that's all they would recall
little girl lost her mother
stares in the mirror
and searches for a woman she'll never know
inside the child staring back
left to fill the s***es of holes
feeble answers to questions she'll never know
so she makes up a story
about the woman in the photograph that she stole
and images a life
where they share more than just their smiles
and blond hair
some trees are planted
other have to grow on their own
she thinks about it less now
she's older
"it's just easier to let yourself forget"
memories are bestowed on the fortunate
the forsaken have to learn to just throw them away
now her son ventures out
unsure what he'll find
or what he's even looking for
he can't find his way despite his maps
he throws them down
(he understands)
lost, the son bows his pathetic head
and falls to his unscarred kneed
to thank god
for giving such a little girl such strength
he lifts himself back up
a little lighter now
to see flowers blooming underneath him
in the safety of these trees
we're starting over now
we live our lucky, privileged lives
held together
by that girl who knew
there must be something better
we grow together now
we're starting over now
a day that was cold
that's all they would recall
little girl lost her mother
stares in the mirror
and searches for a woman she'll never know
inside the child staring back
left to fill the s***es of holes
feeble answers to questions she'll never know
so she makes up a story
about the woman in the photograph that she stole
and images a life
where they share more than just their smiles
and blond hair
some trees are planted
other have to grow on their own
she thinks about it less now
she's older
"it's just easier to let yourself forget"
memories are bestowed on the fortunate
the forsaken have to learn to just throw them away
now her son ventures out
unsure what he'll find
or what he's even looking for
he can't find his way despite his maps
he throws them down
(he understands)
lost, the son bows his pathetic head
and falls to his unscarred kneed
to thank god
for giving such a little girl such strength
he lifts himself back up
a little lighter now
to see flowers blooming underneath him
in the safety of these trees
we're starting over now
we live our lucky, privileged lives
held together
by that girl who knew
there must be something better
we grow together now
we're starting over now