At that moment when I was taken, my life started to bloom
I never would have thought that I would have gotten taken so soon
mostly the bad memories still stick with me like wounds
As hard as I try to forget them, they still make me feel so gloom

They thought I didn’t know what was going on at the time
I tried to look away, But the things they done seemed to shine
They thought I didn’t see anything, kind of as if I was blind

The moment of me being taken, stays in the back of my head
It’s a memory that never goes away, It’s like a long, slim, black piece of thread
It keeps me up certain nights when every thought goes through my head
I wish I could rip the memory of me being taken into a thousand little shreds

Today, I realize, that all of my past has made the the person I am today
I wish that I never have to go back there where I use to stay
I had to worries in the world, that I could just go outside and play
I would end the day with a prayer that I would be placed in a home, that I would permanently stay