Julie never worry.
She listens to the radio,
She's writing her stories in a little blue notebook
With a rainbow and a star.
She is walking barefoot, watches people
When she is standing on her porch.
But listen closely now, I know you're not aware
Of what's to come, your buried demons away
And pain is wallowing inside you.

Julie is silent.
She wonders what she's doing here,
How she got into this world.
She doesn't have anyone left to care for and no one
Who will take care of her now.

Talking with her over and over again,
But she shuts me out every time I mention every little
thing
Like the flowers that he sent or the words he said...
Because the words are still floating in her head.