I pick the pieces from the floor,
Younger but not so small,
Pushing pain through the door,
I, your daughter,
Your sister,
Your wall.
No longer there to answer your call,
Too many times I have seen you fall.
You are willing to lose it all.

To be respectful if I may,
I will pray for you everyday,
Smile, while you walk the other way.

Ice will make you cold,
Make you sell your soul,
It makes your body old,
It’s more worthless then coal.

You let me down,
I don’t belong with you on the ground.
I looked up to you,
But now I am found.
I am going up,
While you choose to stay down.