Her Wings (Song)

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  • Dedicated to ℒɪʟʟᴀʜ ᴅᴏɴᴏᴠᴀɴ
                                        

Her Wings

ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ℒɪʟʟᴀʜ ᴅᴏɴᴏᴠᴀɴ

I feel slightly guilty, 

For her death did nothing but comfort me. 

She texted me, said it was time to go, 

But not to forget her, for she would know.

I wouldn't dream of such a thing, 

She was too important to me. 

I loved her like a sister,

I really will miss her.

She was everything to her boyfriend,

Dash will surely be depressed. 

And her father might resent, 

Everything in her past.

But, as night falls, I think of her more, 

A few years ago, was it four?

It must've been, for she was 12, 

When they decided to kill her heart.

She was turned inside out, 

I know she would've found happiess somehow, 

But she didn't want to stick around anymore.

They took her down,

That path in the woods; 

The three of them, 

They violated her. 

We found her naked, 

We found her broken, 

And in my arms she was held.

I know the pain, 

I know how it felt, 

To have been taken advantage of, 

To be used, to be killed.

Deep inside where she tells herself the lies, 

The ones that comfort her late at night. 

The ones that bring her peaceful dreams, 

One's to try and scare the demons away.

No one can handle such pain, 

On their own, there is no gain. 

All the more power to her, 

For facing her fears, 

For not getting hurt.

She will be forever missed, 

Those lips, her boyfriend didn't have a chance to kiss. 

We didn't get to say our last goodbyes, 

But now she has her wings, 

We'll let her fly.

She'll be checking in on us, 

I know she'll find a way, 

For those roses outside, 

Bloomed that very day, 

And he crumbled into darkness, 

Those years will never fade from his memory. 

He protected her, 

He loved her, 

And kept her safe, 

But, you see, this life, 

It wasn't meant to be. 

She wished for death, 

Now, forever, she can be happy, 

And at peace.

So, if you protest, 

And if you disagree, 

Turn around, 

Turn the other cheek. 

We don't want to hear your pity, 

Your sympathy, 

These things - we simply don't need, 

We wanted her to be happy, 

And in death she must be.  

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