"I want be a writer" - she said
A broken heart bleeding inside, everywhere
A stolen soul around people of suffering
A girl intercepted, screaming and growing up
No more fun, no more dreaming...
Victim of the monster essence
Hating illness without conscience
True nature of human being is brotherhood
Everybody is the same in front of god
Anne, stolen childhood, halo of world
Face of pain , memories of history inside
Forever on the sky, tears of rain...
(Joyce Martins)
