Thesimple days
It'sher ninth birthday,
shesmiles as she blows out the candles.
Itwas mid May,
shewas wearing her favorite sandals.
Let'sremember the simple days,
whenpain was only a bee sting.
Happinesscame in many ways,
suchas the flowers in spring.
It'sher thirteenth birthday,
shebarely blows out the candles.
Thedays have become grey,
shehad outgrown her sandals.
Sheremembers the simple days,
whenpain was falling off of the swing.
ToGod she once sang praise,
nowshe can no longer sing.
It'sher sixteenth birthday,
shedoesn't blow out the candles.
Ashadow is blocking her way,
sheis wearing her new pair of sandals.
Shecan not remember the simple days,
thereis no longer a sweet innocence.
Inthis house she no longer stays,
but what will remain is her essence.
