When I was just a little girl

My friends consisted of tree material manufactured in a factory

They were my life, my essence, my world

When I had to give them away I found my whole world was shattering

When I read their happy stories I pretended they were my own

Because even in my nightmares I was alone

It was just me running away from all that there was

Something no little girl should ever have to do but in some sad cases does

But now I have these friends made of the same material I am

Who have the same way of dreaming the impossible and then making it happen

When I was just a little girl

My friends consisted of tree material that's always growing

They are my life, my essence, they are glowing