I love to write poems and songs, so hear you can read each piece as I post them. |
I saw the little girl pass by,
Her fathers hand she held...
If ever a friend that I do need,
I call upon you here...
Never noticed how pale she was,
until that very day...
At night you sometimes lie awake,
I've even heard you cry...
I awake early each morning
a smile upon my face...
I cried so many many tears, I feel so much alone,
I wish that I could talk to you, I know that...
I awake early each morning
a smile upon my face...
At night you sometimes lie awake,
I've even heard you cry...
Each night, I lay upon my bed,
The morning to come holds the day I dread...
Never noticed how pale she was,
until that very day...