She was 15 years old living in a cold and lonely world her Mother was always drunk and nobody cared
Her father was abusive and she would never dare
Tell any one because she would get more
She had to leave home because she was getting beat
So now she’s walking those lonely streets

She ran far away to a place….
Nice safe and warm
A place that was full of loving kids and adults
A place that she can call a loving home
A place she can call her own

This girl dreamed of a better place she dreamed and imagined of getting away
…… and when she was HURT this girl made sure she got away
Her imagination was her loving home
Her imagination was the place she called her own