I do regret for what I've been

As the wind blows my hope leaves slowly

Keep your eyes forward they told me

But if I want to seek death with my eyes

Little child now a teenager . She picked up those broken pieces and tried to stick them together . They told her 'Honey you can't fix what's already broken' and then she suddenly stoped . She stayed thay way for a while . Her cuts are now scars , her past became attached with her present . Because the choices she wants in life aren't reserved for her .

She'll be a strong woman , won't she? After all this will she choose to give up or keep going ? Cause you know life is a chess game . You're the rock . You don't get to choose how to move , others choose for you .