Our fights are always so d.a.m.n bad,
They never turn out well...

Many years ago life was such a treasure to her,
She was always happy and up beat...

The fire from her shadowed eyes,
Burns deep inside her soul...

Dew drops in the grass,
They will disappear by day...

The bitter wind whipped harshly against her gentle...
Making her body shake, lips quiver...

Painful words,
Flood through my ears...

Nature was her life,
Daily she would take a walk through its wonders...

Now she's gone,
Her pictures are spread out on my bed room floor...

Lifes not supposed to be like this,
Its not fair that some people cant look others in...

Inheritor of passion,
Laden with its depth of brutality...

Secrets of her life,
Hidden, engraved in her flesh...

A girl,
Sitting in the corner of a room...