The little girl lay, eyes innocent and blue
Listening intently to the pictures he drew.
The man told stories of places he knew,
Then stood to leave once he was through.
“Oh please, please mister, tell me more.
Is there really such a place where angels soar?
Where no one suffers pain or is poor?
On don’t go mister. Please tell me more.”
The man looked kindly into her eyes,
Then took her hand and held it by his side.
He raised his head and closed his eyes.
It’s a saddening thing when children die.
“Oh please, please Father won’t you take her home.
To the lovely place where angels roam.
To be a part of our family and never alone.
Oh please, please Father won’t you take her home.”
deliriousgirl, 7 months ago
Tragic yet lyrical, would sound great with some clean, intricate guitar rifts between verses, huh?
LOVE AND PEACE, jen
Michael J in reply to deliriousgirl’s comment, 7 months ago
Thanks Jen, and good idea. I may have to get my son on that. ;-)