That girl

That daydreaming girl looking up in the sky looking for clouds shaped as hope, I wish her fresh flowers on the table

That sad girl in the last row of class tables, doodling her unspoken heart into empty notebooks, I wish her that gentle presence of a friend she missed so much

That heartbroken girl, holding too much pain in her shattered fingers, looking down at sidewalks from her windows at dawns, wishing to accidently slip while smoking way too many cigarettes, I wish her bright open windows and a soft breeze, grass under her feet so she can fall softly and rest

That little girl counting days for her father to come back, I wish her no more goodbyes

That girl whose mother didn't want to read her favourite book, I wish she takes time to listen to her own stories because they do matter

To that heartbroken girl who clinched her life to her baby's happiness, I wish she knows she is doing enough

To that girl who believed her name was Abandoned, I wish a new name she can give herself

To that girl who hated what she saw in the mirror, I wish her passionate kisses on her soft, life-giving belly

To that girl, I wish she knows that loving her can be easy

It was not your fault, it was not your fault, it was not your fault

You didn't choose this 

But you can choose to make any wish come true