Sarah. Only Seventeen.

Sarah, you loved the flowers
Pretty as them, you were.
Painting you spent the hours,
Like that one you called "Her"

You smile shines no more
what opened the Cutters door?
I wish you could explain to me,
why your body lay on the floor.

Sarah, I wished to be like you
It may have seemed the way to be,
but the reality for me it is too true,
and your sorrows are still in me.

Now your loveliness lay below the ground wasted.
I think about the joys of life you-so young-never tasted.

So sleep for now, forevermore Sarah, tall and lean,
Forevermore, you are Sarah.
Forevermore seventeen.