this empty me

 

Open a dusty childhood page

Lost myself in this cage

Eight-year-old round the bend

Notebook was her only friend

Never sought a passing glance

Never needed anyone’s dance

City noise took my peace

Now the innocence must cease

Little me, are you hurting?

The world kept on turning

Left you alone in dark

Life just left its mark

Nothing but a simple pen

Wish I was happier again

Flip to age number ten

Headphones on, dancing then

Empty yard, heavy rain

Could not wash our pain

Footsteps traced in the mud

Heaven running in our blood

Wonder faded into fear

How’d we get here, my dear?

Childhood ghost, wake me up

Pour life back in my cup

Save us both from the dark

Hold you tight, leave a spark

Hold you tight from the dust

From the things I cannot trust

From this hollowed-out space

From this empty, ghost face

This empty me

Just empty me.