Why was I here?Why have I stayed?
Where was here?
May I have some aid,
So I may get away from here?
Why is this world so cruel?
Why do I have so much fear?
Why have I been such a fool?
Why do I want to die?
I feel I must not stay.
I need to get away from the lie.
I fear I shall meet with Fate.
But I shall not go before leaving my mark.
At least, before it is too late.
I shall fly like a meadow lark.
Vanessa Wangen
Copyright� 2001 Vanessa Wangen
