SEARCHING IN THE DARK

Sometimes when I have a chance
To sit and think about my life
I try to remember the happy times
Long before I was your wife.

Growing up was a hard time
Filled with sadness and pain
I don�t remember the good times
So what in life do I have to gain?

I can�t seem to find myself
A girl lost long ago
For where she went there is no map
She is hidden deep inside my soul

I�d really like to feel again
But it�s very, very hard
Because everything was stolen
And buried like a tree in the yard.

My feelings are its roots
And my pain its bark
Even though I grow and flourish
It�s scary when it�s dark.

�1998 by Elizabeth La Monda