Once upon my wounds i wept, and now again i cry.
Never to escape th pain, as again and again i die.
i hoped and prayed upon my wound, my prayer was not to keep.
Once again i die alone, my soul was put to sleep.
Weep for the little girl, as she dies and dies again.
For no one could ever understand, how and where she's been.
a Battlefield, a lonely life, was all to keep her sane.
But never did it undertake, her heart's forbidden strain.
a scared little girl i was, a girl as old as age.
Nothing could contain her sorrow, nothing could surpass her rage.
A great love marked his watery grave, a love that was but a loss.
No more to die and die again, for her boy among the moss.
She loves him still and forevermore, but the grave to prove his part.
A lone flower, and widowed girl, forever mourn for her braveheart.
Please tell me what you think, i need to know whether i am good or not.........
2006-07-10
04:56:44
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