As she looked at her hands
All dried up and screaming for moisture
She couldn't help it but cry for her loss
Everything was taken from her
Her innocence, her pride, her sanity
Looking back at where she had come from
Where she wanted to go
Is this what she deserved?
All she wanted was to love and to be loved
Yet they took that as a weakness and stole everything from her
Countless times she would cry herself to sleep...