The Poor Child

She tried to tell a lie
To keep herself alive
But in the end that lie
Became something like a truth.

She held it close
And kept it within
The jacket of her father
The one she didn't know.

Yet another lie of lies
She held it deep inside
Yet another heart to heart
She passed up once again.

This lie kept her quiet
It kept her safe for years
She lived within her single lie
And within her single tear.

But then one day she fell
Falling far behind
When all she wanted was to fly
And keep her lie close by.

But now they all know the truth
And the lie has died
So the girl closed her eyes
For the very last time.

I am doing just fine.