The room is getting darker,
The light is slowly fading from me,
I can't keep warm with my hair,
For it is falling out badly,
I'm sure my momma is right,
I pray that she is,
For i don't want to leave like this,
Leave all my friends and family like this,
Leave and be afraid I'll never see them again,
I miss my long beautiful hair,
I miss running around with my friends,
The room is getting darker,
The light has faded away,
But there is a new light up ahead,
It's bright,
Momma,Momma I'm scared,
Shh baby girl,follow the light,
That is all i could here from where i was at,
This room is brightly lit,
It isn't blinding though,
I think i might like it here,
But momma,
Momma, where are you at?
I'm not cold any more,
My hair,
I have my long beautiful brown hair back,
But how can it be?
Could this really be the end?
