As Black As Night Her Spirit Does Turn
Her Heart Crys Out Broken And Torn
Shes Far Out Of Reach A Place No One
Can Touch. She Hears There Crys As
She Looks On With Cold Dead Eyes
Reflections Glisten In Her Eyes
Days Run Into Night Nothing Seems
To Change. She Just Wishes She Could
Silently Slip Away.But Here She Sits
Day After Day.
Copyright ©2006 Lisa moran
