People Who Give Will Never

Why Can't People Live With Each Other In Peace? Why Must Everything Be Destroyed? Why Must People Go Hungry While Surplus Food Elsewhere In The World Rots Away? Oh Why Must People Be So Crazy?

I Can't Let Them See My Doubts, Or The Wounds They've Inflicted On Me.

I Soothe My Conscience Now With The Thought That It Is Better For Hard Words To Be On Paper Than That Mummy Should Carry Them In Her Heart.

Who Would Ever Think That So Much Went On In The Soul Of A Young Girl?

I Must Uphold My Ideals, For Perhaps The Time Will Come When I Shall Be Able To Carry Them Out.