VOICES

She glances out the window, tries to see,
a world she's leaving behind, that's so free.
Her name is being called, she doesn't hear,
but maybe she doesn't want to, from fear.
She misses the old ways, how it should be,
no worries and no fears, and no "Baby."
But how do you turn back time? she wonders.
To her, it is simple, in hushed whispers--
"Don't say a word; I know this isn't right."
Secrets and lies hidden deep in the night.

I wanna go home!

Nah, I just wanna read more of this really cool poetry!