give me the paintbrush
give me the canvas
let me look back at my own
to see where have i reach
it trails back to a place
where vauge lights shine
there was a little kid
i have witnessed her first
the chain that continue
one after another
was not spiky but heavy
face grey and unready
hands that tried to reach
lowered as she turn blue
pick up the pen
pick up the paper
it's the time to tell
what she saw
how cruel
