谁将黄莺喉咙割伤，                    谁懂无声时空 ，                           琴弦替代了哀嚎，                        谁晓长长的秀发里，                     遗封着枯竭的泪滴。                  谁懂同样的花季，                          却有着不同成长的悲伤!             谁的岁月还搁浅着，                    无言的伤痛。                                谁把童颜的发丝撕碎，                谁把洗衣铁盆，                           放在寒冰的雪天捶打。              谁让红肿开裂的幼手，               在黑暗无光的地窖里，               无休止的求助?                              谁将烤鸭香味，                             飘进昏暗饥饿的小草屋，        谁睹苍白的嘴唇，                       喝着咸咸泪水，                             在昏迷中还梦着童话。              谁摸着滚烫的额头，                  紧闭苍白眼眸，                            无力的呻吟着姐姐的名字。        羽毛还未长长，                           魂魄却如死灰，                             满天飘荡。                                    好像闻到了花香，                        还有好多好多蝴蝶。                     霎时什么都朦胧了，                           多想忘记狰狞的面孔，                谁将弯翘睫毛下的脸庞，           拧得清紫，                                   谁断了清瘦影儿十一天粮草，      谁怜病榻高烧不起的灰姑娘，           受着继母幼虐，                           还梦幻着天堂神话穿越。           十八年的青春，                           二十一年来写，                           点点滴滴，                                     写不尽的哀伤。                            诉不完的泪水。                            无辜杖责的童年，                       不敢追忆。                                    风儿吹着姊姐种的花树叶儿，                    呜呜做响，，                                 将花儿的脸庞吹笑，                        声音甜了，                                    可泪还是咸的。