There's a little girl whom's five
and looks to have a perfect life...

There was once a boy who built a ladder to the...
Sturdy enough to reach the top before shattering...

The softest of white plushed clouds
Soaring, enduring, gliding gently by...

Trying to refrain from falling tear drops
The boy laid in his bed at night counting stars...

Evacuation in ones presence, and coldness without...
Crimson tears fall to the floor, blue eyes...