Friday, July 6, 2007


High up on her balcony,
She must've stood last night,
She had a drink of water,
And died out in to the night.

As she fell, she felt the night air
Rushing past her,
She closed her eyes and flung her hair
As she hurtled down.

Morning came and crowds gathered,
What a morbid sight
We know this girl, but not WHY…
Young and unhappy, seriously, WHY?

Mother, pale and crazed,
I love her so, I never imagined…
She was all I lived for,
Now she's gone and died on me.

Father, a silenced atheist,
Deep inside he said out loud,
Looking up above, WHY didn't you
Take me and let her stay?

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