I came to New York with high hopes and freedom.

I couldn't tell you why she felt that way, she felt it everyday.

My name is Solina, but my fellow Newsies call me Mute, because I never talk.

Maybe you'll find out why.

I couldn't help her, I just watched her make, the same mistakes again.

When I was little, my parents, of course, wanted me to marry into an upper class. They were going to promise me to a rich snobby boy named Oswald Pasino. He didn't know the meaning of love, and I would not be the wife and child-bearer of a cold-hearted-bastard. I tried to get a job to help my family and seem to be to busy for the marriage, but four years ago, no one would hire a 13 year old girl.

What's wrong what's wrong now? Too many too many problems? Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.

So for the first time in my life, I ran. I didn't know where I was going to go and this was the first place that popped into my head. I hopped trains and became a Brooklyn Newsie within the week that I have arrived. I hawked the headlines almost as good as a girl named Blue, who had lived in Brooklyn all her life. The second week I was there, there was apparantley a really good head-line because Spot was excited. I bought my papes and read the head line.

TRAIN WRECK:

NO SURVIVORS

And I read list of passangers that had been on the train. My whole family was there. On that list. Now I was alone. An orphan. I was lost for words, and I still am today.

She wants to go home, but nobody's home, that's where she lies, broken inside, there's no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes, broken inside.

About a month later Jazz arrived, but she introduced herself as Rebecca. As soon as Spot learned that she liked jazz music and had played up-right bass in one before she came here, he started calling her Jazz. And that was that.

I got to know Brooklyn pretty well and I had picked up a few fighting technics along the way. I knew everything about Brooklyn, and could find the beauty in the cold hard streets.

Open your eyes, and look out side, find the reasons why.

Along the way I also picked up a few boyfriends. But each one of them either dumped me or abused me. None of them were nice... but they could be when they were sober.

You've been rejected, and you can't find, what you've left behind.

But you name him, he's been my boy friend. Albert, Bobby, Cody, Drake, Erine, Fred, George, Harold, Isaac, John, Kyle, Larson, Mathew, Nathan, Oscar, Quimby, Ron, Seth, Terance, Unba-bach-Doikoff (??), Victor, Will, Xero-Chan-Fau (??), Yau, Zan.

But all of them seemed to find happiness in hurting me, and I couldn't take if for very long.

Be strong be strong now. Too many too many problems? Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.

Jazz and Blue say there's a Newsie that has a big crush on me, His name's Quarter, the nice Newsie who will always lend you money.

But they always seem nice in the beginning, don't they? But maybe he really is nice, and then maybe we would fall in love and I would have a home.

She wants to go home, but nobody's home, that's where she lies, broken inside, there's no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes, broken inside.

I went home. That little town in Lousianna had grown quite a bit, but I found the part that was firmiliar to me, just as I had left it. My house was even there, and it seemed no one lived there. The paint on the house had faded and the garden was over grown with weeds and rotten tomatoes.

I walked through the door and felt frozen in time. The table was set, just as it always was. Expired food sat in the cupboards, and mice chewed on the brittle twig ends of a broom in the corner.

As I walked through the memory filled room, I ran my hand over a chair, sending dust flying, catching sun. Samuel's Toy train sat in front of a black fire place. It seemed everything was still here. I walked down the hall, slightly pushing open all the doors as I passed. Ma & Da's room was neat and spotless (not considering the dust) as always and a white, now grey, cross hung over their bed with a quilt comforter. Samuel and Sandra where my youngest siblings, twins. I walked into their room and it looked as though they still lived there. Their beds were untidy and a doll house sat open in the corner with a supossed ranch beside it. On the other side of the room were all of Samuels toy dogs and trains.

Danielle, my younger sister, was unruly and loved to play around with the boys. I walked into her room to find it like she had just left. It was pretty neat, but there were a few articles of clothes on the floor I recognized as a blue dress, hers, and a pair of brown trowsers, her boyfriends. The bed was un-made and one of the goose feather pillows lay on the floor.

I walked into my room to find it exaclty how I left it... it seemed no oned had entered here since I left. My bed was made, and the vase that was usually filled with fresh flowers had the same flowers in it, but they were now dried and crinkled, a maroon color.

I sat down on my bed and cried for my loss of loved ones.

Her feelings she hides, her dreams she can't find, she's losing her mind, she's fallin' behind, she can't find her place, she's losing her faith, she's fallen from grace, she's all over the place.

I went around the old town to see if anyone remembered me. No one did. Although the baker did, took me for a ghost and ran from his shop. So I left my abandoned home. Once again.

When I returned to Brooklyn the first person to greet me was Quarters, and I felt my stomach tie in knots as he embraced me. Maybe I'll give him a chance, maybe he's right for me, maybe I'll have a home.

She wants to go home, but nobody's home, that's where she lies, broken inside. There's no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes, broken inside.

And then I looked over Quarters' shoulder, he was still holding me tight, I saw Jazz and Blue standing at the door of the Brooklyn Lodging house, smiling, with Sure-Thing, Knight, and Spot rushing down the stairs for a group hug. And that's when I realized: I've had a home since I came here, because I am loved.

She's lost inside, lost inside.

She's lost inside ,lost inside.

And I am lost for words.