It grows from something so small,
Hardly ever known at all,
Sneaking up piece by piece,
Till finaly it will never cease,
Consume your mind, body, and soul,
It grows and grows, till it can grow no more,
At last its confinement is to small,
Now, it is known by one and all,
The world may welcome or decline,
That little wonder you kept inside,
Working hard to keep it safe,
Never knowing what the world may say,
Finaly secrets kept no more,
The world will know of that little girl,
Visions come Visions go,
Yours deceased along time before,
Though the substitute seems much better,
The world will know there is no never.