The Truth About Gina - Human Drama

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