Today was my birthday,
I was filled withh glee,
Everyone shouted and chanted for me.
I was turning six and this was very unexpected,
but sadly, today, I wasnt very protected.
Then I closed my eyes, and stepped in the road
Then all I know is that my blood softly glowed.
I was laying unconsious, fastly bleeding,
What i was doing in my head was pleeding.
And to this day, up in the clouds,
I remeber this ceramony filled with crowds.
There was a small coffin with my name in italic,
Not only that, but the wood was metallic.
I heard soft prayers and tears for me,
but who knows if the crys and tears meant happy.?
In May was my birthday and I was turning six,
but anyway, my family believes this is fixed.
there Is a new baby to take my place,
and my family forgot Me, which I am Grace.
I am going to take pleasure that I am forgotten,
But at least im on these clouds made of cotton.
Grace is turning six, and this was very expected,
but today was the day my family never rejected.
They bought her goodies, they bought her toys,
And along with that, A rukus of noise.
They seemed to have forgotten about little ol' me,
So I guess to them now, Im a fish in the sea.
