Child walks to the river, looks as far as she can see, and draws each breath as if it were the last, and wipes a tear that drops on her sleeve, so much loneliness built up inside, and they all say look at the child with the dream in her eyes, holding it deep inside her, longing for love from someone who excepts her for who she is and not the perfect child they want her to be, the only one who understands is the reflection in the river of the lonely child.