Julian

Julian is singing high again.

She hit the B flat.

Reminiscent of times so sad,
Julian's lost again,
shes really going mad.

I wonder, as she wanders,
where she will end,
whether in great bothers,
or in her e-mail send.

Shes a Coloratura.
She sings up high,
a C is natural,
but a B flat is her sky.

Shes so pleasant to watch,
dimples to her ears,
but why is it when, alone,
she has sadness to her tears?

Julian is quite perfect,
lost amongst the scene,
spelling out perfection,
deep within her ravine.

Life use to be so sweet,
Strife use to be no street,
but now all it is,
is sadness in her head.

Why cant she be helped,
why can I not save,
what my dear daughter says,
is deeply engraved.

If Julian's life is lost again,
I fear for her Soprano ledge,
will lose its flavor, lose its edge,
and one day soon, end up dead.

My dear Julian,
I savor every day.

Why cant you smile,
My Bright Blued Eyed beauty?

Why cant you smile?
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*This is a tad different for me.

*Forgive me if you expected a higher performance ;)