There was a girl in a dark old room,
One of her hobby is to stare at the moon.
She always ask herself what happened to her home,
And why her parents let it ruin by a hoe.

Everyday she's trying to smile and to be okay,
But still, she felt that emptiness in her heart,
In the end of the day.
Her parents already moved on,
And she don't have any choice,
But to go on.

She's now nineteen and no longer a teen,
But still wishes to go back where it should have been.
She missed her home so much,
Especially when her Dad carry her from the couch,
And tell her stories as she listens with keen,
Then her Mom sings her lullaby, it's her favorite scene.

She's lost, she don't know wher tos start,
She's trying to mend those broken pieces of her heart.
She wanted to end her life but she believes it's not right.
For she believes in God, that everything's gonna be alright.

The girl decided to lay on her bed,
She closed her eyes and silently prayed.
She told herself to be strong,
As she writes this poem,
With her heart and soul.