A child grew up
In the sense that she aged
Her heart stood still
And her soul remained caged

Her number in years
Creeped up the scale
But the spirit inside her
Still tiny and frail

She's in a world which
You might not know
And that's where she resides
Unable to grow

It's a space too small
For her to spread her wings
There's no beautiful music
No reason to sing

Though her ears long 
To hear something sweet
And her body aches
To feel someone's heat

There's no visitors here
And why would they come?
Once you arrive
You might never get home

Poor little thing
She can't ever escape
But at least she's accepted
Her miserable fate

For all time she'll reign
She's named herself queen
Of her personal hell...
The Space Between