Her dad left when she was small
And her mom remarried to alcohol.
Labeled as a “troubled” child
Her mom considered her too wild.
She called her a mistake
And showered her with hate.
Sadden, her wrist no stranger to pain
A release she found by cutting a vein.
Her “guardian” continued sowing words of hate
And the young girl soon began doubting her faith.
Feeling numb, cold and alone
She ran away in search of a new home.
In downtown Dallas, she found a community center,
A place she considered using as a shelter.
She began her life with a rough beginning
And was searching for life with a meaning.
She ran into a guy who was volunteering that day,
Their eyes met and by her side he would stay.