The Mortal Death

by Ngairini Pollett   Aug 31, 2006


There's nothing left to do
and nothing left to say
but why did she have to go
it shouldn't be this way

She was still so young
with a life just like a slave
for one last chance to see her smile
my life I would've gave

I'll always remember you
and there's nothing I won’t miss
I hope you hear me when I say
I'll always love you sis

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