Unknown

She hears many names
She waits many years
She sees many faces
She has many fears

She belives many things
She feels many ways
She thinks many thoughts
She cries many days

She wonders many times
if she realy belongs,
To this world that revolves
around her so long

Today she still
does not know,
The title of her name
or how this world goes

Maby some time
will set her mind straight,
Maby it will
maby it's to late.