A lucky girl.
She screams, kicks and struggles
with her hopeless attempts to escape this cruel nightmare.
Cries of help, merely drowned by her disabilities.
She believes nobody can help her but my patience is long.
Who can she trust in such a lost world? She doesn't
and may never know who I really am.
Every time I see her, sorrow does not fill me,
but instead joy of the pains we've been through,
my teeth still ache but my heart yearns to watch her grow.
If you say she hasn't experienced pain
you are mistaken, without sense, life is
nearly meaningless to anyone.
Although she doesn't know anything
- people around her environments, one
day I shall help her understand everything