My story is told,

by a brokenheart,

from birth.

Only for a short while

it was healed,

by sweet hands, 

that told me,

to believe,

that they cared and wouldn't give up.

But than we lost,

touch for awhile.

And a wall was put up.

New friends were made,

but they were not the same.

I never gave much,

thought to you.

I went on with life,

starting over.