If you look closely,
You will see,
A mark on her skin that shouldn’t be.
A tattoo of a word,
Written in lines,
A mark from her past,
That stays undefined.
It’s not obvious,
It’s just very faded,
But it’s still there,
And you know she hates it.
All that she sees when it meets her eyes,
Is the first time in a long time that she was forced to cry.
It reminds her of when her life changed,
Of when her entire world became so estranged.
All she can think of it to her what it means,
'cause to everyone else it's rather obscene.
It represents that her childhood,
Hopes, friends, and dreams,
closeness to others,
and variousĀ  things,
have all gone away,
and left memories in their place.
The flames in her eyes are no longer golden,
for all those things that are gone didn’t fade,
they were stolen.