Your journey's long since done
Lie down your weary heart and head
And gently rest among the dead
No choice was given her in life so cruel
She did not want to die
So come gently to her tomb
Where she lies silent amidst the gloom
Footsteps trample over her as she lay
Her tears blend softly with the rain
Why won't it wash her pain away?
Must she ever live it over again?
Her soul so young and tender was
It was too soon for her
She did not deserve her awful fate
So gently whisper abover her grave
Come gently to her trampled grave
And gently whisper your words so brave
Tread softly, come gently, sit solemnly
Where she lay down her weary head
Where her soul rests among the dead
Heather Dawn Morrison
age 14