A teenage girl
in a pressured world...
Saying goodbye was never easy.
Wishing that you would still be here...
Left to die,
Lost in the night...
You yell at me
and I tell you to get out of my life...
I drag these feet
Along the ground now...
She's gone;
It was Summer then...
Though her body is sworn
To the ground where she lays...
As I sit here and watch you lay
without a motion without a care...
Will the feeling ever close
in my mind it grows and grows...
The wind flies over and under,
The wings...
His Momma sits on her front porch,
Rocking away in her little old rocking chair...
The sun shines,
The birds sing...