An empty paper, with nothing but innocence to show,
A bare heart, it had nothing to know,
You chose to leave it empty, nothing you chose to give,
you thought it would fill and let it live,
But i was a child as were you,
and took in all the mistakes that you drew,
Years on I still stand looking at this page and wonder,
If I could just change all that was yonder,
If you could just erase all that you did not do,
if you could draw all that was needed to do,
But I go on, carrying mistakes that are not mine,
And I hope you dont do it all again in the same line,
For this time, its a child again, your own,
and she cannot smile when like me she has grown,
It takes a broken heart, and a lost hope to be me,
And you still just let me be!
