She never got the chance to be herself.

When the trains came in

At eighteen years old,

She hadn't even decided who she wanted to be.

But they shipped her away,

Trading names for numbers,

Never giving her the chance to be anyone.

Her father never got to see her grow up.

Never got to hold her hand,

Show her that she could be anything.

She could have been anything.

But instead they took her to a place

Where worrying about your dreams is useless,

Because you're not even sure that tomorrow will come.