Lay on her side,
This lazy child,
Sighed ever so slightly,
Usually feral and wild,
Just a girl,
Tears streamed out,
As she cried.
She spoke but no one heard, every scream seemed a whisper, and so she took pen to paper…
Lay on her side,
This lazy child,
Sighed ever so slightly,
Usually feral and wild,
Just a girl,
Tears streamed out,
As she cried.