| Not a Poem, a Prayer | ||||
| I ran away and came home today To an empty home and an empty bed She got worse and soon she'll be dead She got worse and soon she'll be dead The fairy she ran away She didn't want to but she had no use The little fairy has no use And now she's sad My fairy might fly away before she dies I hope she doesn't die It's on the cards but she's Too tired to work her magic I'll cry forever if she dies I'll never stop or open my eyes My fairy will commit suicide I hope she doesn't die My fairy's tears have stained The carpet that's my sorrow She screams her tiny heart out To try to save the dying But the dying go on and die My little baby lLittle sister Little friend In the palm of my hand I wish she could stay I'd clench her in my fist To keep her in the dark Cold air I breath through frost Over her tiny head The breath of life I just can't give The breath of life I need to live I used the strength on me My fairy helped stop me And now she's drained I used her I hope she still has strength To help my little sister Sisters can live Sisters will die Silence is deafening Smiles are deadly Your eyes are mine My fairy will fight My fairy will fight until she dies I'll feed my fairy I'll keep her safe So she can help So she can love Maybe her magic just might work.... ...It has |
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