the daughter shakes her head with a tear in her eye , her mom gets up and walks back into the house leaving the girl , to ponder her thoughts , from this day forward , i will change , i will be a better person , i will be the woman i set out to be , and i will change this world a life at a time , she sits down her mug , and bows her head , for the first time in almost ten years , she prays , and she realizes just then , that everything she 'd been through would be okay that something would help her , make her stronger , she wipes away a tear , as she realizes , that her heaven , is the beautiful gingerbread house , of her dreams , broken nightmares before i begin , this is n't a poem , or a story , hell not even a song , this is something , that maybe i should have written at the beginning , but then again , maybe it 's a good thing i did n't , looking back , it 's amazing that it 's been ten years , ten long years since i 've started putting words to paper , and every step of the way , something new seems to unfold in front of me , my words have gotten me friends , love , and even a few enemies , i 've broken spirits , destroyed souls , and let people walk hand in hand with the devil , the twisted corridors , and mirrored hallways , that make up my mind , have seen few visitors , and those few , are far between , the doors open , let me take you on a trip , this is n't a poem , or song , more like , a tour if you will , letting you walk through the spider webs , on the hard floor , look around , the cold stone echoes , with the thoughts , of the demon within , afraid yet ?