That girl is Me

That girl is me
People seen so much sadness
looking back from that teenagers eyes
being convicted of the sickness
when someone close to you dies
In those eyes they seen
not just sadness but hope
a singe thread of belief, of sudden relief
hanging by a thin long rope
They knew not her old pain
just a promise of a future with big things
of a wish to stay on that passage way
to hidden thoughts of dreams
Her head was always down thinking
of a day she could like her dad, protect the nation
she always smiling knowing, a little happiness showing
thinking of her dad holding his daughter, his creation
the girl knew not the past regrets
just what was going to happen someday
climbing a bit, never stopping to sit
up her dream's passage way

I'm rather depressed at the moment. I know one day i'll be in the service. That's one thing that is no doubt at the moment, but will that really make me someone? Is this really my dream..*silently thinks*