There was a little girl who used to live here. Her eyes were as brown as the old oak tree planted out back. Her hair was as dark as the night sky but when the sun shines bright you could see red in her hair. She was one of a kind. She had the kindest eyes you saw but that was years ago. Some say she slowly faded away. Some say she fell in love and moved away but me, I say shes the same person who looks at me in the mirror every morning. Telling me that everything is going to be ok. At times I catch a glimpse of those brown eyes. That's when I know that time can stand still if we let it