I visit my childhood at night while in my dreams
see all the different faces that for years I have not seen.
The simple innocence I had then, takes my breath away
fireflies filled the evening dusk and sunshine filled my days.
That moment that I lost it, and buried the child inside
I search my soul for a memory and yet Iím still denied.
Just a victim of a terrible fate my shock wont let me see
all answers to my questions are locked up tight in me.
In dreams are where the shadows creep the secrets of my soul
down the darkened paths within my heart and my control.
So quickly will my mind retreat a glimpse is all it see
of terrible things done to a child, I think that she was me.