A/N: I decided that I would take a little break from my story fanfics, and decided just to write something else. It was suppose to be a poem, but it does not ryme. Just so you know that. It is Ziva's thoughts about Africa. She will never forget, but oh well. I am going to try this. Please Read & Review.

My world shattered, my heart broke. I felt as if I were bleeding for a place, they would never find.

I was hoping something would change, just that, something would give.

I don't understand, why I had been put here.

Things change, that I understand, but when your own father, wants you dead...

I tried not to think about the previous events, but they continue to play in my mind.

As those fade away, I begin to think I'm dying.

But, as I begin to think that, my mind goes sleep mode, and I dream of Tony.

We always had something, I always felt it.

I don't know, if he ever did, but when he killed Michael, I had a strange feeling of happiness.

I know it was sad, I know it was wrong, but I couldn't help feeling as though my life could finally be lived.

I had no piece of my father, I only had a piece of what was real.

Somethings are meant to be, and that was one of them.

I was hoping, that I would never be sent back to Israel, but I had another feeling, and that was anger.

I was mad at Tony, I was mad at myself.

I was just, mad at the world.

I though the feeling of that would never change.

When I was captured, I thought it was the end.

I would never have the chance to apologize, I would never be able to return to my real home.

I would never be able to see my old team again, but I did.

Tony came for me.

He saved me.

He gave me a second chance, after I almost killed him.

He told me, he couldn't live without me.

I don't see why.

I was rude to him, I was mean, I was curel, and I didn't deserve anything from him.

Something inside me, stopped me for a second.

My world stopped, I thought it had ended.

I thought, everything had ended.

But, I was wrong.

I felt a spark, when he carried me out.

I felt a spark, when he looked me in the eyes.

I couldn't help, but feel that I was still loved.

As I walked into the Bull-Pen, and I heard clapping, along side Abby hugging me, I felt as though, I would always be protected.

I would never have to leave again, I would never have to go.

I would always have my family, and I would always have a show.

My world came together, my heart was re-built, and that bleeding was stopped.

A/N: I really hope you liked this. And for those of you who read this and is reading my other fics, I promise I will be putting more chapters up soon. I just have to have some time to get things together. Thanks for sticking out, or is it holding out? Oh, well. Just hang in there and I promise they will be up.! :)