Before I died I prayed last night
prayed to God I'd win my fight...

Once when I fell, you gave me you hand
Giving me reason to once again stand...

Remember the sweet little girl in the sparkling...
Dreaming of sugar-plums and being a royal...

I walk quietly into your room
to make a surprise visit to you...

I set myself
upon myself...

I'm failing,
I'm falling...

I know this isn't quite a sad poem, but it is to...
You walk alone down the hallway...

I'm sorry for all the wrong I've done,
and for not letting you be the one...

Late in the night,
when all but the owls take their slumber...

Ashley sat alone in her dark shadowed room,
victimized by depression's embracing gloom...

Beautiful girl reflected in the mirror
hiding your face from the scorn of day...

I look in the mirror each passing day
And she looks back at me in the same way...