Testimony

She Was Born In December A Day That Was Cold That's All They Would Recall Little Girl Lost Her Mother Stares In The Mirror And Searches For A Women She'll Never Know Inside The Child Staring Back Left To Fill The Space Of Holes Feeble Answers To Questions She'll Never Know So She Makes Up A Story About The Women In The Photograph That She Stole And Imagines A Story Where They Share More Then Just Their Smile And Blonde Hair Some Trees Are Planted Other Have To Grow On Their Own She Thinks About It Less Now She's Older "It's Just Easier To Let Yourself Forget" Memories Are Bestowed On The Fortunate The Forsaken Have To Learn To Just Throw Them Away Now Her Son Ventures Out Unsure Of What He'll Find Or What He's Even Looking For He Can't Find His Way Despite His Maps He Throws Them Down (He Understands) Lost, The Son Bows His Pathetic Head And Falls To His Unscarred Knees To Thank God For Giving Such A Little Girl Such Strenght He Lifts Himself Back Up A Little Lighter Now To See Flowers Blooming Underneath Him In The Safety Of These Trees We're Starting Over Now We Live Our Lucky, Privileged Lives Held Together Forever By That Girl Who Knew There Must Be Something Better We Grow Together Now We're Starting Over Now