My life's already in ruins,
True happiness seems elusive tunes.
A place to call home, I may never find,
Weary of trying, worn and confined.

Tired of this perpetual, heavy emotion,
Happiness, it seems, not my destined portion.
Yet, for those around, I wish joy sincere,
Hoping they'll know what it's like, crystal clear.

May no young girl face the same wars I fought in my mind,
May love surround her, compassion bind.
Confident, secure, complete within,
Fearless to smile, laugh, and begin.

May she capture...