I don’t know who she was.

That little one wound like a spring.

Someone else’s life.                             .

I don’t know what she wanted.

She didn’t know either.

Someone else’s life.

I don’t know the questions she needed answers to.

She searched and searched and protected her heart.

Someone else’s life.

I don’t know all the places she looked ,

For love, acceptance and freedom,

Someone else’s life.

I don’t know how it became,

But love found her,

Way back there,

In someone else’s life.