Crooked Dreams
Days have come that a spider weaves,
The blued, girl's hands the blood does leave.
Limp and lifeless, who was to know,
That the fate she awaited was from a gun's blow.
Through each day, a black garment came,
Her parents knew but all remained the same.
Her casket being lowered into the rocky ground,
Deeper and deeper.
The white light shadowed across the spray of flowers.
The girl's eyes opened with a single cry,
Her mouth trying to form the words,
I don't want to die.
The blued, girl's hands the blood does leave.
Limp and lifeless, who was to know,
That the fate she awaited was from a gun's blow.
Through each day, a black garment came,
Her parents knew but all remained the same.
Her casket being lowered into the rocky ground,
Deeper and deeper.
The white light shadowed across the spray of flowers.
The girl's eyes opened with a single cry,
Her mouth trying to form the words,
I don't want to die.
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