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.
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