She was a ghost of a girl, She lives her life to the fullest. She learned to live on her own, She's never, ever alone. She knew she could never do it, She always had faith she would. Her tears ran constantly while her head stayed down. Her smile brightened millions and her head was held high. She was but a ghost of a girl, But she was but the silhouette of a ghost.
[Photo Credit: YWP Photo Library, photo by Grace Safford] Taken from Challenge
I wonder why there is a fence here. Is it to keep me out? To keep something else in? To keep me in and them out? Why must we be separated? What is the point, the purpose of this barrier? Is it a necessity?