Faces From The Past

I found her, that girl , that little girl
Sweet quiet child, trapped in the aging physical, jailed by the wisening mind
Presence brought about
By faces from the past, forgotten voices, changed faces
And in their hearts, seeking to find, that little girl
Sweet, sweet child

Grown woman
Changed needs, mature thoughts, faded feelings
Unfamiliar with their desparate hearts

Hurt woman, strong woman, cold heart?
Faces from the past
No space for the past.