The fire,
the wind,
the endless pain you put me in.
All the things that have been,
will be destroyed in the morning wind.

But what if I don't let go?
If i refuse to let the wind blow?
if i stop the fire now?

Some things you should not forget.
And though my soul may regret,
holding off on the summer wind,
is the best thing I've ever done.
Now my story begins.

When I was just a young girl,
I hid away the important things
the memories of happy smiles,
was all that remained.
And I cried and I cried
when i could not forget.
Oh when the morning winds,
forgot to come,
it was more than i could take.

At the age of 5,
I bruised myself till I was satisfied.
It was all my fault how could i have done such a thing.
Mommy was abused.
Sister was abused.
And the only abuse i had come to know what pounding of my fist.

It wasn't long,
till daddy came to me,
and i got a pounding too.

I started with a blade.
told myself that I would be okay.

The memories are coming back.
i try my hardest not to cry
every day and every night.

The wind abandoned me.
my sister, my family
i guess in the end,
life has to be worth
rememberin'