She was just a little girl from a small town
She was standing in the rains, all alone
She could see the flames and her home
She could feel her heart turning into a stone
She knew that everything she had was now gone
She was recalling all her old memories
How she danced all around by the trees
How she used to dream about the fairies
And how she wrote her own fantasy stories
She didn't prepare herself to get buried
She looked up at the sky
She never hoped to see her die
So she fluttered her wings to fly
She didn't have anyone by her side
On this day destiny was her only guide
Her dreams were to see a light in the night
She flew and she now had a beautiful sight
She didn't want to step back tonight
She didn't know that she had lost her life
She didn't want to know it and she flew high
And I saw an angel in the night lost in the light
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PoetryPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance......Poetry is a clear expression of mixed feelings....to me, poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words. Highest rank: 27
