Old Memories

As a baby, she smiles, Dances and trips on her feet Pale hair shines from the sunlight They all smile, "isn't she sweet?" As a young girl, she knows to laugh, As it hides all the fear she must hold She can wait all she wants for her shining knight He will leave her outside in the cold. As a young girl, she sings, Telling us as clearly as she can Of the man who made her this way... The man with the eerie white van. As an old woman, she runs, From the memories that chase her The ones that haunt her each day She's crying for young girls in the future.