Memoirs of a Young Girl

The man of my dreams is one I will never have

This through my youthful eyes I see

The life I used to know have all left and gone

There is no place for me

 

The world is having a never ending party

For I know they are what I will never be

I cringe when I look upon the happy-go-lucky

My life will never be as free

 

The angels with their beautiful faces

Trying to help the young and old

Hover over all the guilt stricken places

Giving them the strength to be bold