She was a lovely girl,
With a beautiful smile,
Who laughed all day long,
And at times could be a bit wild,
But despite her beauty,
She had one defect,
The pigment under her eyes,
Were easy to detect,
They were darker than the night sky,
And never went away,
But how could she always be so tired?
They wondered day by day,
She cried herself to sleep every night,
And was tired of life,
She wanted to go to sleep,
But her slumber was to die...
