* Note: This song was written to teach sixth grade...
One day I was thinking...

Yes, they invade
our twitter, facebook and instagram...

Never did he tell me,
that life would be this way...

She gracefully glides across the moist grass
you could see it forming to her feets side...

Hue of yellow mimics
appearance of its glorious...

I linger on the margin
Never empty of scribbles...

I was born of the ashes
of your left shoulder...

With loving eyes she said to me,
how life with all its ails should be...

Watch my face,
as it morphs into...

Like glass upon my soft, cushion floor
they puncture my air born dreams...

She sat her withered self beside his chair,
tenderly held his wrinkled hand in hers...

... And then a canopy of colors exploded,
To end in total darkness...