Here's a tale about death and dying,
About anguish, despair, alone and crying.
You'll rarely hear such a tale as this one,
Coming from such a little person.
She jumped a jump and fell so far,
She lived, however, without a scar.
Falling never felt like this before,
This was different from a hardwood floor.
He didn’t know how he would get away,
Mommy never had anything nice to say.
So that little boy drank too much one night,
Poor little girl never saw his lights.
Here’s a tale about strain and trying,
One of effort, a bit misguiding.
Such a little person speaks so soft,
Such a little message, forever lost.
