My daughter

by lisa   Jul 25, 2005


I see my daughter one day
she's always out to play
one day she became ill
she was there on the bed
i think whats going to happen i dread
the doctors tell me she's going to die
i cant bear this i cry
i stay with her all night
sometimes she crashes in bed and gives me a fright
i want her to live but they say there nothing we can give
i have her hand all the time
never letting go
i see her fading she's passing by
i look for help in the sky the morning comes she is not awake the doctors tell me she dies in Fiat
i cry for her every minute
lets say you will be with me no matter what
i love you alto

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  • 19 years ago

    by Spitfire

    Thats just sad!!!
    great job
    very poetic
    kool
    i love it
    5/5

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