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