innocent rose

(06.04.95)

A tradgedy on the way


Once there was a child born 
Mother and father at battle 
Against the selfish deeds A second child was born 
The first to be ignored and thrown 
Days go on to the third child And fourth
Now she's lost in emptiness 
Not knowing who to tell 
Blue She was on the inside But to the outside bright 
Days go on and no one's help 
Agony and pain her life became 
And no one knows for it's best not to worry 
Cries she gave the moon And silence he returned 
one decision must be made for the happiness to be claimed 
Never to see a light she wished and The moon had finally answered
For That night she met death 
To the end of a flower in the cruel desert 

Submitted: Wednesday, July 18, 2012

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