The green grass grows on the other side,
Oh, how I wish I could be on that side
No worries about dieing on that side,
Absolutly no crying on that side.
People act like children on that side.
People on my side are willing to die.
Die of defeat,
Die with no honor
For a mother, nor a father
Like I said,
The Green Grass Grows on the Other Side...
by Sarah
Little child sits alone in a solumn corner,
Waiting for the rain to fall,
She knows her family is a bunch of mourners,
She can't stop that.
She's sorry.
Little child just wants to help her mother,
She wants to wipe her tears,
She wants to go play with the others,
She can't do that.
She's sorry...
Little child can't stop the rain from falling,
She can't stop the tear from her mother's face
There is no sound, but she's always calling,
She can't say that.
She's calling
Little child sits alone in a slolumn corner,
She wants to wipe her mother's tears
There's no sound, but she's always calling,
She can't do anything.
She's sorry
She's gone now...
by Sarah
What is a rose?
That dies in the dawn of life,
What is a rose?
That doesn't rise when the sun shines,
And what is a rose?
That shows a sad face...
What is a rose?
I can't breathe...
Do you know the feeling?
Inside of me...
My soul ain't healing!
No trust!
Just screaming,
INside my box of horror...
No dreams, it seems,
I'm gone...
I can't speak,
The fear is too much
Never can I believe...
I'm confused!
I'm loving to cry!
I'm gone
-Sarah