You were only 5 I was only 8
When Katrina decided our fate...

So sad
so true...

Sing to me
sweetest rhymes of fantasy...

*I know the title is Irish, but the poem is in...
Mornie alantie...

If I gave you forever
For us to be together...

So many memories
Of a friendship shared...

He saved me when I was close to dying
Though he has no way to stop my crying...

We sit there together
Just you and me...

Soft fire crisping our feet
Midnight rain tastes so sweet...

i climb up with my feet full of scratches
as the rocks cut my bare skin...

When the last eagle soars over the last crying...
And the last brave lion roars and last worn...

Her smile was faded
Her heart crushed...