I let you hold me captive...
my will-power gone...

I walk down this street,
In a world painted black...

Tears flood my face as I respond to the news
You had to choose...

We meet again, here today, gathered in this place.
That last time was at a birth...

Sitting in Gods lap,
holding great grandmas hand...

This is the life I chose
To take the stand...

This was wriiten for a class i am taking in...
nessa...

Fallen captive in hurt and strife
Breathing shallow breathes of life...

Tears roll down my face as I look at you.
I am your daughter, your disgrace...

My heart hurts although I dont know why
These hot tears of fear I cry...

God,
I dont need the answers...

This is not for me or about me it is for a friend...
Nessa...