I see it all through a haze.
My smiles, my frowns, my cheerfulness;
All part of the same happiness.
Yearning to be,
The bountiful, shy me,
That I used to be in those childhood days.
Watching fearful as they argued and fought;
Hiding from the terrible sight in a small spot,
Never knowing what to do.
Everytime I looked at you
I tried to cry for help,
But what could you do???
