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I remember yesterdays
                                     Of sunshine on the field
                                  The peals of teenage laughter
                                 And tears that youth could wield

                                    Would I go back? No never
                                   Unless perchance to change
                                       Sad destinies forever 
                                   In a world I find so strange

                                Though sunshine touch a million 
                                     Or a billion days of earth
                                  I cannot change life's sadness
                                     Nor share a mite of worth

                                      A precious soul was she
                                      In a world made of clay
                               Cruel hand of years rocked harshly
                                    That young life wiped away

                                    Would I go back? Forever
                                     If, perchance to change
                                       That destiny to never
                                 Be wiped out by world strange

                                  A heartbeat in a young chest
                               That beat with hopes and dreams
                                  Who despite doing souls best
                                        Melted into screams 

                              Yes, Dear God, I'd take the chance
                                If by some great happenstance
                                 I could let that soul feel worth
                                From that child's precious birth

                                 Life is fickle in world strange
                                  I wish I could elicit change
                                And know that heart is beating
                               But God would that be cheating?

                              To know the answers to the test?
                                  I cringe, how can I share
                             In hardest lives that do their best
                                 For that? No one even cared

                                   I saw those little feet run
                                     the canines all around
                                    Laughter came in peals 
                                    From that dear little one

                               Nobody then could understand
                              Those dirty feet and grimy hands
                                  Those canines were her all
                                 That loved the poor rag doll

                                 No one knew why as a teen
                                       That precious soul
                                       Could be so mean
                                  And what could be the goal

                                    I remember how I cried
                                    When she took her life
                                She thought that only suicide
                                 Could end the pain and strife
                                               
                                                   And

                                    I remember yesterdays
                                    Of sunshine on the field
                                The peals of teenage laughter
                             And the tears that youth could wield
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