Memory his silhouettes

Memory his silhouettes take time away from their childhood.
So rocky, and narrow is a dangerous way to go.
All in the moment, joy, and sorrow wherever it take?
Nature of the soul of the child inside me I had to grow.
The unbearable heaviness of life, success,
errors in the tidal current.
Mustard, and crisp bread, nothing more to eat,
the lean, hungry child's life.
Where the little girl has gone missing in doubt?
Nowhere, it still lives inside of me.