The Truth About Gina

Gina tries to understand
 Why she holds so little in her hand
 And how she can't remember
 What has passed through
 A mirror finds wet Gina's eyes
 For reasons unidentified
 And if you ask her why
 She says, "I never cry"
 But far behind
 Her calm expression lies the truth
 An image of a little girl
 Flashes now in an older world
 Before she was taught to need
 And learned to want
 You can ask but never understand
 The pain as my innocence burns
 She says "I was made a child
 That is what I am"
 But far beyond
 Her pale white skin lies
 The truth she denies
 So not to face her battered innocence
 Little memories carry her away
 For every beginning there must be an ending
 So to the child she returns