Poor girl...
Can't take anymore
She goes to her bed
And lays down her head
She closes her eyes
Wishing she'd die
She drifts off to sleep
Without a peep
And dreams all the day through.
Her mind is everywhere
Flashing from here to there
Her past, her present,
Her future...not pleasant
She couldn't understand
Why she'd been dealt this hand
She heard those names
That caused so much pain
And wanted to die all over again.
While she slept
She silently wept
Feeling that no one cared
She wouldn't have dared
Let everyone know
All that's happened, not too long ago
Even in her sleep
She wants to take that leap
And never return again
In her head
She's already dead
So what's there to stop her now?
She raises her brow
Throws up her hands
Preparing to give into all life's demands
When suddenly a voice, angelic but mild,
Says "Wake up sweet child...It's your time to fly..."
