Death comes knocking at my hearts door,
Knocking loudly so that I may hear.
Quietly and hesitantly I walk to the door
There I see a shadowed world.
Feeling unsafe and scared
I open my hearts eyes
And see what's in front of me
There I see a circle of children
I see my older sister, with hearts of eyes
I raise my hand and try to go to her
But sadly she takes the hand of a shadow,
He smirks and leads her off.
I scream and run to the cercal
Were she once stood
I fall to my knees and hide
My fears, watching as another
Soul came and filled her place
I site there for many years
Silently watching with pitting eyes
As others walk to
The streaming light above
Or dance with other shadows
Apron our floor
Now I stand, many suns later,
I stand once were sister stood;
I don't watch the shadows;
I turn my back to them,
I watch the 8 others
Standing there with me.
Other shadows touch my shoulder trying
To get my attention, again I ignore
The crying shadows
Light comes down
They touch my shoulder
Again I ignore them,
Wishing to stay with
The children standing here with me
Now again many suns later,
I watch the 8 others standing
Or sitting here with me.
Now however, they each turn to me
And one by one they slowly fade away,
Now again I stand alone
As the others gave up
And decided to die.
I watch the light above
And see my sister dance
About the edge, her children
Dancing with her as she
Holds them tight.
Again I return my sight to
the crying shadows
Again they dance about
Trying to get me to leave my
Lighting spot, suddenly one comes
She site by me and cries.
Feeling sorry I reach my hand out
Fingers barley our of the light
She quickly grabs them
And tries to pull me out of the light,
But I resist, trying to pull her
Into the light with me,
But stubborn she is and
I let go of her hand,
Deciding I can not save her.
She falls back screaming at me
I simply star at her,
My eyes speaking words
If only she could see them
If only she tried not to harm me
And if only she stopped thinking about her self
And start to think about the others around her
Then she would have seen
That even she has a little light with her.
Now again other lights fall down to me,
These ones are persistent, they keep bugging me
Finally I give in and I turn to them, giggling comes from them
