Remebering the fallen
We quietly think to ourselves...

I scream that i need you, i need you
please don't walk away from me...

There was a garden
A different sort of garden...

I scream and I cry
Inside, it's like I've died...

There is a girl who looks at this page,
Filled with the heartbreak of it all...

At the age of two, was diagnosed
With a threatening disease known as Crohn's...

It's so quiet you can hear a pin drop
All the whispers came to a stop...

Dry your eyes, wipe the tears
I'm in heaven to remove all your fears...

Your standing
On a cliff so high...

Hasn't there ever been a moment
When you just wanted to be free...

I try to smile
Through the pain...

~To everyone who reads this...